Heretic Pincers

You are deemed to be in prolonged agony
Till I reached the apex of cruelty
On the verge of death, in a bloody mess
The fork takes you of your breath
Salvation was saught, you were always taught
To respect the highest court
Case of minor offence, according to documents
A prelude to death sentence
Sharp prongs penetrate deeply the flesh
Above the sternum and below the chin, the fork impales your gash
The fork prevented any movement
And forced the victim to murmur the words of repentance
This is your last supper and your death sentence
You will be dressed in a traditional costume
Led to the stake, I hope you can smell the fumes
Small investment of time and effort
In proportion to the amount of pain
Saves time and money, it works 24 hours a day
Nor does the executioner have to be paid
Sharp spikes pierced your body
Nails were arranged cleverly
They will not penetrate any vital organs
You are destined to suffer a long agony