The Code Of Geneva...
No duress techniques, as I’ll inject this sheep
By making metal pins and his flesh just meet
Under his fingernails while his chest just beats
Viciously, & he lets screams escape his lungs
Right as the last small pin penetrates his thumb
Then tied to the chair, I begin to heat the pins
I smell flesh cooking, but he can meet the ends
Of this torture if he decides to speak the sins
And secrets of the nation that sent him in...
I feel him about to break; such a sweet sensation
So I uncover his mouth and begin interrogation
“Tell me, Where is the N. S. A. Intelligence base!"
The filthy coward replied with spit to my face...
So I grab the revolver on the table. Spin it & shoot
By his shaking, I can tell he’s beginning to spook
I’ve electric shocked him, & drilled his kneecaps
But he needs more physical pain...I can see that.
*put revolver back on table*
“I’ma go get more torture devices... I’ll be back”
*walks out of room*
Pain - Agony - My soul whimpers from the hurt
Strange lights blur my sight - he's done his work
I know I can end this by speaking just one word
I’d let my secrets be heard if he’d allow me to die
Just finish what he's started and shroud my eyes
I'm too exhausted to continue voicing aloud lies
Hands - twice normal size - nerves overloading
However in my mind familiar words are floating
Animating my mind - they curse with foreboding
Slowly loading - they say I’m not a quitting man
"allegiance... flag... Republic for which it stands"
There’s a nation to safeguard - Forget my hands
Unshaven - I call down the strength of a Nazirite
Gather myself and then wrench with all my might
The bands tear easily as if the hemp was starlight
I can’t fight - thus escape’s not even a possibility
So I clutch the revolver and fire a shot at eternity
It’s truly sad that this heroism...
.............................will be forever lost in memory
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