Death of Belief

What is this life

then to you


With the hand that stabs

twisting deep into the flesh


To take what is not yours

because of your opinion 


To inflict with steel


The core of your belief 

into the body of my soul 


To make me conform

To make me Kowtow 


With my death,I rebel 


For my soul

You will not torture.

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