Martyrs

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They were glad and filled with joy
As they walk the mile of pain and turmoil,
They rejoiced by humming a sweet melody
Even as the prison gates bolted them in,
Darkness became their home- yet, they sing.

How could they have found peace ‘midst their suffering?
This was beyond understanding.

Summoned out of prison,
Another mile they walked- not to freedom,
Sadly, to execution,
The smile on their faces brought confusion,

How could they have found peace ‘midst their suffering?
This was beyond understanding.

As death came nigh- in a gruesome way,
Their eyes were fixed to the sky- they won’t look away,
As death kissed them free,
They gave up the ghost with a loud cry,
Not of pain, as it seems,
But Hallelujah was their song indeed.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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