Do I sense you quivering?
Do you know your end is nigh?
Is there peace in your last seconds?
Will you greet them with a sigh?

Do you sense my blade above you?
Are you prepared to feel each cut?
Were you hoping for some mercy?
Do you know that door is shut?

Do you get that I am smiling
as I decide which way to slice?
That your golden days are over
and now you have to pay the price?

You should lie there and accept it
There's really nothing else to do…
I am hungry - you're a carrot
and you'll soon be in my stew