They will not listen, although I’m certain they hear. They have eyes everywhere, yet they will not see. So well-educated, yet enlightenment eludes them.

My ears would ring from the plank they used. The blindfold they tied tightly across my eyes served only to make the images more clear. For days the sound of the torture and killing of my defenceless brothers played endlessly across my mind.

They might scrub away the mess but never the memory. I, for one, bear witness.

I may not sleep. I cannot sleep. I will not sleep.

Mercifully, I am now set free from such earthly needs.

I feel no pain from the flames, for they only touch my body.