Martyrs
Hymn
By James O. Cannon
The ashes of the wicked shall be laid to waste.
Tis’ our job to end their lives with haste.
No matter if it be gun, sword, or a bomb we face,
It will be their blood our gods will taste.
Regardless of religion, sexuality, nation or race,
None shall be spared from our bloodied mace,
Our extremist gauntlet where lies are laced
Through the boots of blackened, corrupted grace.
Like the mummified remains of an evil man’s face.
We are the martyrs and so it is life that we waste.
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