(This poem is not about any particular martyr)

MARTYR'S STORM

Is there a cause
Upon this Earth
Which is worth more
Than life itself?

Once lived, once died,
The angels cried,
Weeping tears that fell
On the very soil which tells
A story of the human tempest,
A storm of the Darkest,
Clouds of rage,
Sacred rampage,
Rain of crimson blood
Fell like a flood,
A wind of avarice
Fueled the blossomed malice.
Forests of flesh
By the storm fresh
Dance to the strings of fury,
A puppeteered jury
Pronouncing Lucifer's will
To lift a hand and kill
The unleashed departer,
The devout martyr.