Martyr

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Martyr

These are your sons, your daughters, caught in war
The desire to change unrestricted to the poor
Anyone can change, emotions stirred or personal gain
Doesn't matter the reason, their hearts feel the same
Washed of their senses, righteousness burning anew
The ends worth the means, they'll kill for their truths
Believing what they've heard, assured it's for the good
Before they can be stopped, ash where they stood
And what for, this loss? What price has been paid?
A martyr for some, an extremist by any other name

Last updated: 2015-12-2

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