Rings of men

Hold his hand

Close your eyes

The smell of burning

Will pass by

Shrieks of fear

Whisper

Or they'll hear

And you'll be next

Hush the children

Calm the crowd

Rings are tossed into the fire now

Removed from men

Stripped of clothes

Exposing their flesh

Rotting away

They have nothing to say

As their children scream

With unease

The daunting stone

Cold

Reeks of the past

Commands are given

Innocence

For water drops to hit the face

Replaced with gas

No going back

Silence will line the sky