The Martyr!

Tusk of a fallen elephant
Rammed into the wall of a tree
Cut from the lungs to be set free
Reduced to the might of an ant

For bearing a bark thick as yours
The tears fell from a headless face
But slow and swift you earned the race
A fall to open flooded doors.

A manner of man, beast and saint
A harbor of ease, smoke and fire
A sprinkle on cross, moon, star, seed…
The sheath slit where you did and daint
The voice got hung on a wire
Murdering earth for such good deed. – Leon
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I looked into their eyes in turns
Colder than a slithering snake
With their number my stomach churns
I use to always feed them cake

Too much icing has them poisoned
Never thought they will turn their backs
And bite these fingers i reasoned
As i waited for the attacks

On the stone wall that sealed my faith
I felt the first stone strike my chin
Many more to a rotten wraith
A lowly heart my only sin

But all of this is just an act
I love to play the victims part.-Vera