The Birth of a Martyr
Some of them whispered and some of them prayed,
But no one could reason the sum of them.
Some others had left when they could have stayed,
Recanting the martyr from Bethlehem.
Others told fables of similar feats,
Of retold gospels that keep saints alive.
Still some turned their heads to noble deceits,
In selfish attempts to simply survive.
Yet there on the ground a death becomes birth,
Mortality passed yet long lives her creed.
The point has been made thus proving its worth.
A martyr is born the truth has been freed.
A carcass before us, a life without breath,
A martyr of purpose will outlive her death.
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