The Way Amanda Died

I know I will die,

If I will follow my conscience.

I worry not for myself,

But for my loved ones behind.

I finally closed my eyes,

When I cannot take it anymore.

The way they snatched my life,

Is like a ritual of the devils.

Spare my memories,

Just like my family.

Let me leave my footprints,

As I attempted to escape.

Well, you won this battle,

But only for a day.

I will raise the curtains,

While the heavens let me in.

I died like a pig,

In a barren and far away land.

The cult dug the grave,

Where they kept me warm.

My last breath is for love,

For the family that I cherished.

Someday, when all these trials are over.

I will live like an angel.