#martry
It was her duty,
She knew that,
But it didn’t nullify her fear,
It didn’t prevent the ball of anxiety
From wrapping around her stomach
And choking her entrails
Tendrils of dread seep
into her chest cavity
Digging into her untainted heart
Leaving marks
She was honored to be chosen,
She knew that,
But it didn’t stop the silent rage from building
In a place so deep inside her
Not even they can take it away
It was her fate,
It was what she was born for,
Without it she has no purpose
She knew that,
But it didn’t negate the tearing sensation
Across her unblemished skin
The unbearable pain,
It didn’t stop her muffled screams from escaping
It didn’t stop the tears
Her white robes stain vermillion
The brightness in her eyes taken
Her innocence snatched away for the
Greater good
They all cheer
For her selfless sacrifice
She atoned for them
What that meant,
she didn’t know.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
The Weak are Martyred
The Stronge
die Slowly over Time.
It's easy to go out
in a Blaze of Glory
for a Cause.
It's much harder
to get up
and Fight the Battle
day after day
Until the Cause is Won.
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC