The Strange Martyr


For this world shall never change
'Tis easier to expel the different, that in which they fear
The populous of restraint, the destroyers of the strange
Woe to thine world! Woe is thy world!
That in which trickles, is my sapphire tears
Consecration of solemn essence, forever to fight and damned a martyr
Yet to remain true to thy self; Is to remain a romantic hero
Sparks of fire, etch their burns upon the ground,
A revolutionary charter
Whether this be my end, In reputation or life
I remain steadfast in my beliefs; I refuse to change my ways
I certainly am aware that my apathy will derive from it strife
And yet I shan't renounce my doctrine; forever, I hold it in my days

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