The final act of a martyr,
Is done with conviction.
A clarity unrecognizable by man.
I do not fear the prospect of dying,
God will take me when it is time.
I do not fear the prospect of Hell,
If I must be convicted for what I believe,
Then I will go.
My final words,
A church bell ringing in the storm.
My final meal,
The ash of mankind's love.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
The final act of a martyr,
Is done with conviction.
A clarity unrecognizable by man.
I do not fear the prospect of dying,
God will take me when it is time.
I do not fear the prospect of Hell,
If I must be convicted for what I believe,
Then I will go.
My final words,
A church bell ringing in the storm.
My final meal,
The ash of mankind's love.
We choose our saints,
And our devils.
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