Flickering faith in the darkIt was an incredibly dry but sunless winter
Imprisoned in a dungeon light's forbidden to enter
I heard the faint sound of the footsteps of "Punisher".
He who visits the inmates to strike pain and fear.
The reason why I am imprisoned?
I belong to a different religion.
They say I'm being crushed by my own sins' weight
When this is clearly a matter of clash of faiths.
Are they priests or are they frauds?
What are men before their gods?
I do have one final chance of redemption
I need to convert and become one of them
I'd rather die a martyr than sell my faith
I'll be received by my Lord at heaven's gate
I've made my decision now it's too late to turn back
My room's door opens to reveal Punisher in his mask
Oh! What a ruthless enemy I've gained
He won't even unveil his face or name
He came close and put a slit in my left eye
His cutter made a clean incision from left to right
Through this cut, my pious blood seep
He's inserting his finger to make it deep
At this point, I'm literally crying blood
But my faith in Lord is yet undisturbed.
He then put his index finger in
To rip apart my eye from my skin
Have you ever seen your eye come out? I have.
It wasn't just physical but psychological
He then made my right eye suffer the same fate
But I'll endure every pain and stand by my faith.
I have gone blind but Almighty hasn't.
He sees everything and sins he calculate.
The Punisher isn't satisfied yet!
He heats an iron rod to deep red
He passed this scalding metal into and out of my ear
How far am I supposed to endure endless torture?
I've had my eyes and ears taken away
Not like I can see in this dungeon anyway
The following days I'll be heavily whipped
For the one-course meal I had skipped
I'm not privileged enough to starve to death
After all there are still few body parts left
The Punisher with spiked gloves, punches me in face
He brought in a rabid dog inside and gave it my flesh's taste
Sometimes he grips my fingers with a nutcracker
Sometimes instead of bread he allots me faecal matter
Now I have to eat dung. No wonder it's called a dungeon.
But commiting suicide is against my Lord's regulation.
Each day Mr. Punisher introduces me to a new instrument
Oh how humans derive pleasure from torturing innocent!
You must be thinking this went on forever.
But all of these tortures ended by the summer.
I am all alone in this dark,dry and hollow orifice.
I'm blind,deaf, shackled and crippled.
I don't even have someone to talk
I'm just in company of my thoughts
All of a sudden I miss Mr. Punisher
Loneliness hurts more than torture
I now search meaning in my deed
I now analyse what preists preached
What did I get from defending my invisible Lord
I gape from a thousand holes and my skin's shred apart
Why did I spend the reminder of my life in dungeon?
One more bright future was destroyed by religion.
I'm dying alone. I'm dying faithlessly.
My unflinching belief caused me misery.