Swords thrown from the sky my fate has been sealed as the first one goes through my back into the ground to hold me still.
The others still coming as each take a limb. First my legs then my arms I stand a human statue fate is sealed.
The Angel of Death comes before me a dark mist leering and laughing for what fate has given me.
You did a good job about letting us know how you feel; trapped, not able to escape your fate, obviously. The good news is, though, that we can control our own fate. We may receive many wounds, but we can stand back up, take cover, do what's necessary to stay alive. Death is a part of this imperfect world, we can't avoid it...so let's make the best of it now that we still have a chance.