My Death Sentance

The church bell tolls.
Another one down.
They kill off all without faith.

I am wondering now…
What happened to your free country?
Why must I die for it?

Sunday…
Just another day.
Church is just a place.

I am here.
Waiting for my death.
They want me to die!

These shackles…
They cut my wrists…
My ankles.

“Kill them!”
There is a shout.
A shiver runs through me.

“Make them suffer for their sins!”
I bow my head.
And I cry.

Never shall I pray!
Never shall I see,
This “promise land!”

The bell tolls.
Another gone.
They kill without mercy!

“What the hell is wrong with me?”
I scream as I look up.
Only my echo answers.

I shiver.
I am all alone.
No one loves me.

No one tried to save me.
These shackles…
Let them be my death!

For the next,
The bell tolls.
And it tolls for me.