The Last Missive - Blinded By Faith

Bamberg, July 24 1628

My dear, O dearest Margaret

How I wish to hold you in my arms!

But, I shall never again

As I’m rotting in a cold cell

Condemned for odious crimes I’ve never commit

Please, pardon my awful writing

I can barely hold a feather

Since my torturers have crushed my finger

As you can see, I’m still bleeding while writing this letter…

I was accused of sorcery and as you know

At the Church Court, you’re guilty even when you’re not

In the obscure atmosphere of a dirty dungeon

I was stripped naked and whipped

By merciless, masked persecutors

Your pain is their gain, so you’d yell in vain

Tied to the rack and quartered

Every fibre of my frame ached

O the ripping suffering I endured…

But I’ll spare you the most gruesome details

Unable to bear further torture

I had to make up some sins

And denounce my accomplices…

What a pathetic masquerade!

Tomorrow, I’ll be burned on the pyre

I just can’t sleep at night

Assailed by haunting visions…

I did nothing wrong, my conscience is pure

In my mind I’ll be innocent until the end

They can attack my weak flesh

But my soul remains unstained!

My judges will be judged

For their twisted caricature of justice

Feeble slaves, clung to their bible

Dedicating a cult to abomination

When ignorance is sovereign

Superstitions kill and Faith rhymes with Crimes

One of my jailers

Whose heart still knows human feelings

Promised me to give you this missive

As soon as you receive it

Run away from this land of madness

The sun goes down,.

A mournful organ

Seems to groan a theme for my requiem

Farewell, beloved daughter

Your father shall embrace you nevermore…