My Voluntary Saviours

There’s a major line up outside my gate
I don’t let any of them in
And if you ask me why I hesitate
Or if you call it a sin
I would tell you to mind your own business and leave me with my suffering
They are standing like soldiers in a row
Ready to enter so fast
I upon defense above
I sit and think of the past
All at once their difference astrike me as something that will not last
You ring the night (?)
I put on my armour
I go out to them
Hiding my fear
I’m soft in the middle
It makes no difference
It makes no difference at all
I killed them one by one
My voluntary saviours
My voluntary saviours
My voluntary saviours
It makes no difference at all
I killed them one by one