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Captured, whipped, abashed, down the stairs.

Leading to me to despair

The fear runs through my veins.

Fear of convert me a dead.

I get to the room.

That terrible site is full

Of people who are praying

While others are dying

I can feel the pain of being tortured.

I can touch the iron bar of my cage.

I can smell rotting skin.

I see my own death.

Always i loved the life

Despite this pain, i don't lose the hope

After the death, my love will follows alive

Is the time to meet up with my ancestors

They are waiting me in a better world

A paradise where there isn't piety for my aggressors

Murderers of saint inquisition, Forgotten in the dreamworld