13 Martyrs
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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