Hanging high above the Inquisitors gathered Below ropes and shackles twitch in anicipation Placed upon the throne designed not for rules But the sinful wretch A belt fastened around the waist hoisted over the Cradle and lowered spike fixed under the spine Ropes attached to the feet rocked back and forth Questioned on faith weights shackled to the limbs Intense interrogation, spike set deep within the Flesh reducing the spine to pulp immense pain Fills the body with every tremor of the ropes Raised once again...