Martyr

On their phantom cross they hang

Nailed by their imagination

Giving up their life for others.

Ruining a heart with each step

Every stride pulling another down.

Numbers grew as they held their head high.

Wading waste deep in their martyrs’ chariot

Until one day truth revealed and it all crashed down,

As each pretense fell they fell deeper.

Now the hurt is raised while they remain in their grave.

With no one to roll the stone away.

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