Even broken clocks are right, exactly twice a day.
But clocks that run too fast or slow are wrong in every way.

Song of Reprieve

From this fate most heinous, save:
The castigation of the grave.
Men, they all must meet their death.
Though time approaches, beg, "Not yet!"

And I, the Demon's Head, do pray
Behalf this man I send today.
Forgive his vices, pardon sins.
This man I send:  do pity him.

Flames of Hell, reserve your ire.
Do not kiss him with your fire.
And succubi, who hold such sway,
When him you see, do look away.

'Cause Death, unbiased, comes for all.
And Hell, a place that all men fall.
This man I send, receive him well.
And give him comfort in his cell.

Thus I, the Demon's Head, command:
Do no torture to this man.
So succubi, just turn away.
And flames of Hell, you stay at bay.

Until I come back down to reign,
This man incurs no further pain.
I stripped the life from out his breast.
His eyes, they begged me, "Sir, not yet!"

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This is my verse rendition of Ras al Guhl's dark prayer from Arrow season 3 mid-season finale

This, my trial.  This, my cross.
This, my gold, and I'm the dross.
Make me molten, hear me scream,
Then skim another piece of me.