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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