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Martyred by jackinbox, literature
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Martyred
The crowd cheered on,
The beheader went up.
The hero lay helpless,
His emotions erupt.
The blade was raised,
Then the razor went down.
The crowd was hushed;
They made not a sound.
His neck was severed;
The hero behead.
Who was this man?
Why had he bled?
Why did he die
For the rebellion he led?
The blade now bloodied,
The thrill now dead...
The hero was now made,
His name for eternity said.
