13 Martyrs
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How could you take him from me You made that decision for me I loved him and now he's gone by your hands You pulled the trigger You decided his fate And in a matter of seconds He was gone Like everything else It was ripped away I wish I could join you I want to join you I was supposed to be there when you left Washing your blood away my tears won't fade I see you in my dreams It feels like your still here with me These days drag on without you Please know that I still love you I hope you're fucking happy you disgusting piece of shit you don't who you've taken from me You weren't just an animal You were my friend I was supposed to be there when you left Washing your blood away my tears won't fade How could you take him from me You made that decision for me You pulled the trigger and decided his fate I fucking hate you rot in hell
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
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The sun sets pink, yellow, glorious Shined on that city always reverent on its hill But either we are too close or too great a distance To see its foundations giving way Its plants full of decay But I could see, I could see, I could surely see That crippled man every morning Hungry, drunk, and homeless on my street And I could hear, I could hear, I could surely hear A thousand thirsty people calling (But I will never be that crutch or that drink) But if we rape and pillage the earth, take it for all that it’s worth and ring religion’s salvation bell The sick and imprisoned will find liberation in robes and winе And a hell far worse than the onе where they dwell And I think I burnt my hands giving out fire and calling it a lamp I gave armies swords to kill, an empire to build And that solid crown, that mighty tower, I pray that it falls down And it crushes me like a mustard seed and spreads me out A field ripe for harvest And I smell the stench of a million men, headed in my direction And I hear the sound of their boots on the ground Let’s plow the field with their weapons Or just leave, let’s scale those walls, and just leave, we’ll just leave But who holds and cradles the earth, and gives every bit of it’s worth? Who raises us along with the dead? The sick and imprisoned will find men’s systems won’t keep them And they will have liberation in the end!
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026