Father John Gerard Escape!
He heard the guards yell as they rushed by.
Father John felt the icy floor under his sore feet.
The food was as gross as a slug.
He saw the faded boat as it came closer.
He saw people begging not to be terribly torched.
He heard the air whistle as it went by.
He felt as cold as ever.
He smelt the mediocre food float in the air.
He saw people getting torched in a big room!
He got locked up in a room.
They left him hanging on the wall.