The Road

Today they are coming to get us,

By morning our house will be ablaze

By dusk our home will be ash

Our arresters cannot be far off.


Rightful punishment for sins of faith,

In believing we have purchased our demise.

As apostates the sword is our fate.


Mother is praying, father is weeping and I write,

Writing to capture our last hours.


I do hope He saves our souls.

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