Martyrs, speaking your name, beyond arising;
call heard through merciless ones,
hallowed by the ignorant.
Through trials, you heed dreams of weakened bones
feeding upon flesh.
Seekers are of the ash,
burned as we: a manifesting of contrary people.
just had some thoughtsssssss...
Its all grand...the silver lining is all true,but what generation will see it ...
life seems so simple if you love all the mess that comes along with it...there is never darkness ,not even in the darkest of places,only will there be bludgeoning horror ,but there will never be gone the narratives that make life grand above the horror.
Once alight ,all that can hurt the innocent is themselves...