I martyred my soul for you

Did everything you wanted me too,

For the realisation of a fantasy, a dream,

I should have realised it was not what it seemed,

No reward for an offering

In any sacrifice,

No benevolence in taking life

No divinity can be found 

At the end of a knife,

In the end there is nothing right

In the sacrilegious act of harming

Or killing,

This is a misconceived condition,

No God would ever demand of you

The slaughter of the innocent

That’s the truth,

So I know now that path is flawed

There is no justifiable cause,

That leads to bloodshed,

That leads to death, 

Just an antiquated belief

Intellectually and spiritually bereft.


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