Hung in Darkness

In darkness it is easier,
No one can see.
The screaming wretch
The coiled rope,
The darkened tree
To hoist above by fire light
A kicking sack
To watch it squirm
And piss and shite
As life's drawn forth.
Death's angel touches none alone
When once she's kissed
She knows her own
They maybe think they stand as one
But She is with them.
Bastards.