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[aid] => mick
[title] => Martyr
[time] => 2006-10-24 06:16:25
[hometext] => Took me a while to write this one...
[bodytext] => Life’s path leads through a perilous and many-pitted way Into danger’s dark despair and revolution’s fated day It seems I ever altercate in some elusive war Each battle seeming, in my dreaming, crueller than before I fought for many days and nights for my eternal grace Hoping, trusting that my faith would earn a better place But in my youthful fervour and misguided ecstasy I took a blow, too proud to know of choice, wilful and free Pierced beyond, indeed into, my faith of stone and fire My trust, begot by ash and dust, wounded by desire I had cried the tears of hatred; lest, before I had perceived ‘Twas not the loss of life or limb over which I grieved ******** Say a prayer for those who need it, but pray not on my fears Your selfish pity, earned through the supposed suffering of years Although close kin the sacred word indeed is to the act Only stranger in intention you've become through broken pact This simulated sainthood with which you strike me down Stalks like a poison dagger seated by a broken crown Take flight! I shall not be food for shameless, rambling history Your wanton weapon of wicked will shall bear no fearsome mystery For your past delusion you cannot be blamed or forgiven But towards perfection in your graven image I was driven What then is your reason for this misguided revelation? To destroy me at a whim for your destructive re-creation ******** Through hapless habit you acted as though you employed me But through your loving lies of reason you almost destroyed me So like a lamb to the slaughter I return to the source The gravity of the past drags me with perpetual force So my choice of fortunes is as clear as water and blood; Surrender to ominous history and float on the tedious flood, Or trust the chance of passionate youth and hope to be free No blame towards this stranger, no victim will I be Between my wounds and my choice, I sojourn in hopeful peace Contented in the knowledge that my struggles will not cease But I am evermore aware of the shadow of my father For I will not be helpless prey to a calculating martyr [comments] => 2 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 43 [informant] => trixxx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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