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"Where am I? They've caught me! It cannot be! Not here!" whimpered an imprisoned reformer.
But he was in the place of panic,
A place that may well be Satanic
For in his chilling cube,
"... Can't move... can't stand...can't lay..." he unearthed
But the cube was chilling for many a reason
it assimilated with the season,
it would heat and cool with the days
concieving a ghastly place to stay
"What are they gonna.... gonna do?" came a mutter
Compel you to betray
and decay and stay
While contorted in your pallid place
you will vigil for the ending embrace
"Help......." he thought within his mind
Help heeds to those with a steely heart,
for the end may be really the start
But who doth desire that dead end route?
Only one who wishes martyrdom--
does accept this way-- you must not succumb
(You may only suffer, in dignity)
"I will not renounce me ways," said a sturdy voice
Then you are destined to be a martyr:
but be apprised, we do not barter
For only those who sacrifice
shall permeate, free of strife
"No more pain," he nearly begged
Ah, I hear the grim grappling noise;
Be aware, they've arrived for their prize
"Can't breath..." he came to realize
I detect you've determined their ways
an airless purse you shall be in
do not worry it is not all grim
for if you crave martyrdom, calmly stay
......................Hissss...................
I see another has swelled our ranks,
he suffocated in his tank
Drowned in an emptiness,
he did expand, then ghastly hiss
For in his vacuum, he did find
He lost his body, but retained his mind
And now we cross in martyrdom
consort with us in kingdom come
Copyright 2008 Chris
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