You spent your days and nights,
Guarding life,
That you were liberated from death,
Oh martyr.
People, enslaved by delusions
Wanted to enslave you,
And none were wiser.
Oh martyr,
You may have been but a child,
A woman, a fighting man,
An elder,
Maybe you were killed for offering a helping hand,
A mother, a father.
We grieve over the loss
Of our sister, our brother.
With each light that is cut off
The world grows darker and darker.
Robbed from your care and your love
It gets so much colder,
And so the rest of us are left
Under the glaring shadow of imminent death
Because the war doesn't seem to end
'til every soul draws its last breath.
Tell me,
If the hearts that beat are similar,
If the lungs that breathe are
Capable of uttering words familiar,
Then why have we been separated from ourselves?
The devil has no answer once he is called to question.
Instead he burrows your face,
And wears a copy of your skin,
And utters these words back to you.
And soon those deluded
Spread their corruption
Like the potent sparks of hell.
They light the flame in worship
Of this world in which
Their darkest desires dwell.
Forgetting
That our true home is in heaven,
And the children of Adam are displaced.
Heaven's diaspora!
Should we again be swooned
By Satan's Whisper
It would be the greatest shame!