Martyr
to a Betrayer
Can’t you understand?
Beaten black and blue.
Slave to your command.
Much as I may bleed,
To take away your strife,
I cannot concede,
Though it may cost me my
life.
I don’t think you can see,
And yet I tell a lie,
I say to take from me,
But you have sucked me dry.
But I made a solemn vow,
That day I chose to play,
There’s no reward for now,
But one on Judgement Day.