The Martyr

I'm prepared to answer for my sins,
Prepared to die defending all that I think.

The cloth in my eyes is only to make me blind
And hide my expression of scorn and supremacy.
Binding my hands you hope you can stop my acts.

When my body falls,
When my blood spreads to water
The dust in the ground,
When the bullet crosses my head,
Then I'll now my purpose will be achieved.

You speaks loudly, preaching your false ideas,
You think you can make me deaf,
And you want to see me dumb,
'Cause I could scatter the sapience
Through all your other poor slaves

Even in my imminence of death,
I could fell the good sense of allegiance.
Before you order your men to kill me
I scream:"FIRE! Shot me dead!"