Prisoner

by taras   Mar 2, 2004


Here I am a prisoner in my own world, where there is no escaping, and if you try, you will die, so be a good little boy, and behave, here we were taught that there is no such thing as pain or tears, because here is a place where you have to behave because if you don't you will end up just dieing just like everybody else, I have met a friend who is being tortured to death right in front of my eyes, I want to help, but I am scared to even dare raise my voice to the guards because I know if I do they will kill me also. Now I have to bury my friends body, in the pouring rain. I can't sleep, because of what happened, he didn't deserve it, why did they do it, why? I am sitting here in my cell knowing that he is in a better place now in Heaven, knowing that some day I will join him knowing that the guards like to kill people just for fun, for their own amuse, how dare they kill people just for fun?
See I am marked to be killed next but I know I rather die then be in this hell hole, these guards aren't actually people they are Satan's minions sent to earth to torture the souls of people for their own fun, all because they think its funny.
Now I await my turn to get killed, good bye cruel world, hello Heaven, hello friend........

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