All is ready, Last instants,
Expectation, Inevitability.
You have already become weak,
You feel ever worse,
Time will come soon,
When all will see your death.
You die for the truth
Without giving way to falseness.
You are true to yourself,
Religions are not for you.
They try to make you similar to them
So that you'll become like they are,
But you do not want
To be a puppet in their herd.
Why is it impossible to condemn their sights?
But it is possible for them to do it.
And if you express your opinion
There will be only dust.
And, all in an anticipation, malicious smiles,
But you still are not broken.
Some people understand that you are right,
But cannot help you in any way as they hide it.
You are not with them,
You do not change your opinion,
Hours of tortures,
When will the death come?