The Last Moments of a Martyr

The time has come and my end is near Why am I not scared and not in fear For I was selected to do this The chosen one to be the Witness To spread our belief throughout this land Control the sheep with the wave of our hand This is more crucial then my life To implant a utopia for my wife For family and children too And also the privileged few Who believe as we do and have seen the light Let them join us in this epic fight Against the non-believers And the deceivers Who poison the minds of our youth And deny them the truth. Suddenly, malaise invades my stomach Bugs crawling and I start to feel sick It’s now flowing through my vein And soon it will immerse my brain I slowly shut my eyes And envision all the cries I don’t wish to do this No… I’ll be remiss I remove my shirt Rest it on earth Make it stop… make it stop In a flash it’s very hot And at that instant All I can think: For ME to change the world… it would be smarter… Not to become a Martyr.