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.
Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2011
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