Shall I do unto myself that which was done to you?

Shall I do unto myself that which was done to you?

For I have deemed it rather brave of me to do so.

Or shall I slice the very hand that performed such indecency?

It is up to you, my good friend that I’ve loved so well.

It is up to you to decide what shall be done.

There is no living with this spiteful soul free to roam,

So it is either he or I that must go; it is up to you.

I say it is you that must be the executioner

For it is you who hath been executed against His will,

Or was it His will that sent you to heaven’s gate?

No, no it was not your time to join the angels above.

Rather it was a malicious act taken by a malicious man,

Who hath no privilege to be still standing fearlessly.

And though you would not take such an act of selflessness

As I pluckily prepare to take for you, if that be your wish,

I do it because in life there is but one chance to withdraw

Your own guilt for past blunders—I must take this chance,

For if I help you and do what you choose, my friend,

My regrets no longer will haunt my thoughts and dreams

For I will know that I did at minimum one right deed,

A deed for one who hath always been there for me.

Now, it has reached that hour; it’s time for your pronouncement.

Shall it be he or I that must go; I ought to know.

And if there be no verdict, I’ll have to choose myself to kill

For the slaughter of someone shall only prove the untrue:

That forcing death upon another is acceptable to do.