Martyrs

They kicked the chair, beneath my feet. The rope it stretched and faced defeat. As I fall, now I fall to breathe. I lived a life with liars and thieves. I fall now there, right on my knees. The other side is sunny, light breeze. They all seem to love me, green trees, as they all live to follow just me. I see no one around. Is it me, or did the sinners drown? My eyes keep on searching, my ears know no sound, it’s either it’s hell, or everyone’s down. I’m a sinner, it’s known. Though my sins on their own, can’t battle for thrones. As I lived among tyrants, cruel and cold. I ran out of chances, I ran out of strength. They all kept on dancing, as the rope kissed my neck. She stomped on my heart, she threw it right out, I stood there in time and carried her crown. And though here it’s peace and my pain has now ceased, I am begging God, please, let her have my seat. I will burn in the fire, yes, that’s all I desire, as long as she’s higher, and breathes with a smile.