The sins of being Alive

I await it now.
there is no escape from it.
i need to pay for my sins.

if only one wish i had,
then i would wish for one last day among the living.
a chance for redemption.

a wish in vain.
the Light never looks to those that have strayed.
it incinerates and exterminates them into a vast nothingness.

the wind of Death blows,
i smell the aroma that will bring forth my demise.
there is not a chance for fear to take me over.

i am taken to the execution site,
forced to look at those that i have wronged,
and hear them cheer for my inevitable killing.

all fall dead silent,
my neck feels a sharp, burning pain,
i see them dance for my torturing.

there are no flashbacks,
there are no tears in this place of malevolence,
there are no hearts filled with remorse.

and so it ended.
they murdered a helpless child,
without an ounce of pity or regret.

all uncertainty was washed from their putrid minds,
all mercy was held from their conscience,
all love was banished from their non-existing hearts.

no one ever rests in this place,
peace is a mere illusion of the mind,
and no one weeps for the dear departed.

Here lies a sinner,
Executed for being alive,
And no one ever cared...