An Ode for Martyrs

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They kicked and they punched
He was on the ground
His bones bruised and crunched
A terrible sound

He prayed to the Lord
"Forgive them I ask"
And on the last word
They finished the task

The mourning that night
So many sad men
But he was a light
They had faith again

He died for his God
The people honored
There was no applaud 
Nobody bothered

The spark he then lit
No forgetting it

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