Martyr (S. Bean)

Scattered pictures of pain lost and forgotten
Scribbled on sheets of paper
The silence consumes the mind
And necessity engulfs the soul.

To them, soul searching means nothing
To them, you are to be more than human

Step no further if you cannot bear
The absolute horror of what is ahead.
The crosses are ready, the spears well sharpened
And the crowd desires a martyr.

Will you be able to sacrifice your pain for all of this?
Can you become the one we need to lead us?
Because while you begin the fall of savior.
We will start rebuilding behind you.

To them, soul searching means nothing
To them, you cannot be more than human

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