O mother!
It is I, I your son.
I never did outrun
the death waiting for me.
Destiny, Martyr to be…
O mother!
I thought of you only
when javelins pierced me.
The memory of your eyes.
Had made me smile in disguise.
O mother!
I lay there helplessly.
My friends could not help me.
But your prayer was enough.
It kept helping me stay tough.
O mother!
The blood kept boiling out.
I let out a low shout.
It was your blood after all,
ran off me like waterfall.
O mother!
With final hiccup I
drowned into darkest sky.
Now I’m sure you’re proud of me.
I know I made you happy.
O mother!
Is this not what you want?
Is it not what you crave?
Your martyr is taking your
Guidance with him to his grave.
O mother!
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
O mother!
It is I, I your son.
I never did outrun
the death waiting for me.
Destiny, Martyr to be…
O mother!
I thought of you only
when javelins pierced me.
The memory of your eyes.
Had made me smile in disguise.
O mother!
I lay there helplessly.
My friends could not help me.
But your prayer was enough.
It kept helping me stay tough.
O mother!
The blood kept boiling out.
I let out a low shout.
It was your blood after all,
ran off me like waterfall.
O mother!
With final hiccup I
drowned into darkest sky.
Now I’m sure you’re proud of me.
I know I made you happy.
O mother!
Is this not what you want?
Is it not what you crave?
Your martyr is taking your
Guidance with him to his grave.
O mother!
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