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The Martyr
A purpose
Divine meaning
Chosen from all else
This is my destiny
Rest upon this wooden wall
Everyone just watch, and feel ecstasy
You have all been saved
But what choice is mine?
I was given this curse
It wasn't my goddamn decision
To be the second savior
To save all people; sound to soul
Nail away my friends
Don't be scared, I can't move
I won't scream
I will be able to calm your woes
If the weight has cracked your being
My presence will grace your heart
Your burdens wear down on me
Saving circles of beating hearts
No running from this atrocity
My own voice the spotlight for hope
Your soul needs to be cleansed
Eager to know your lips
The world captured as one
Breathe together only to suffocate
I stand a prisoner above; blasphemy
Yearning to fall down
Bring your evils
Bring your troubles
Bring your sickness
Bring your worries
Bring your needs
Bring your questions
Bring your heartaches
Bring your souls
Bring all your sins
My needs left unheard
Just answer...
Someone just whisper to me
Please tell me...
Step forward and carry the final nail
I need to know...
Freedom wash over; let me escape
...Is this Holy?
