Martyr For An Age

No one has come deep and cried

Incentive to be stepped

Your fable has been realized

I saw the phial you have

Taking on your conviction

After final domination

I fell into deflation

Waiting a martyr for an age

I was shut up into the ceaseless thirst

For all the enticement

Run away from my dismay

For we were alive to wear the faith I slew

Here is the cold and darkness

I rooted to the silliness

My spirit's put in dullness

Until a child calls me

I can control this memory

So as to abide in nullity

If I am this finality

I beg mankind not to find me

I was shut up into the ceaseless thirst

For all the enticement

Run away from my dismay

For we were alive to wear the faith I broke