Martyr Puppets Poem by C H Sund

Come, great warriors of Kingdom Come,
Heaven awaits your sacrifice.
As enemies kiss damnations’ fire
it is your Maker’s will…we will.

History’s march will record your deeds.
Chants of heroes… the drumbeats sound
as clouds part, revealing golden stairs.
Martyrs, Saints and Immortals blessed.

So come, great childlike catechumens,
and feast upon these rosy words.
Immortality, the offered bribe.
We care not your souls, just our goals.

And martyrs blind, die once again.
In the name of their Maker...they vow!