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- Faraz.

Martyr:

Title: Martyr
Author: Faraz Ahmad
Written on: Started in October 2006 and finished on Januaray 25th, 2007.

So you call yourself a martyr?
Sacrificing your supposed self-righteous serenity.

Do you await your Medal Of Honor?
For the battles you picked to fight?

So you call yourself a hero, fighting your "holy wars" to seek the approval of only a select few?
While the ones who had sold their souls for you, burn in the fire you left behind.

Fuck you, you are jaded and fake, I'd like to see what you would do!
Fuck you and the judgments that you made, well now I'm perfect just like you!

So you show up to pray, in your cloaks of phony?
Then you pretend some more, and beg to stay.

And now you seek divinity,
Cause the material walls you built, have turned to ashes.

Go, force your hand every moment, and make new "friends" everyday,
You know it all leads to your withering and rotting from the center of your existence.

Let's take one last stab at some comic relief,
You kill with one hand, repent with the other, and kill again... humor, indeed.

Keep feeding to the lustrous illusion, that is, your life,
All I can see now, is an end, with a grave, and not even a tear of moisture.

So you call yourself a Martyr?
Fuck you, you are nothing but a coward, who couldn't pay for your own blessing.