Opus Of a Martyr

No cause can be called lost
What have but one fool left to fight
No folly can be found in hope
No wrong can be done for the sake of right
To not care
Is a luxury I do not share
with the masses
Not fair
Never passes my mind
To be a coward is to live
but can they live with themselves?
Myself; I live for last
So
the debt that each man must repay...
To whom do it I owe?
I only pray
To die on a day worth livin fo'
It would seem noone knows they're a martyr
But we all know we may not get there with you
Martin knew
Malcom knew
Jesus knew
we are the great ill-fated
Most loved, most hated
we dont debate it
We dont await it, thats senseless
anywhere could be my Memphis
no home but my believer's hearts
no four walls to grow old in
no old to grow, forever young
a fountain of youth we all drink from
our immortal times, forever frozen
a select path we've chosen
My blood will not be treasured as a scholar's ink
but a selfless heart is golden
A selfless heart, I beacon out until I am departed
To die at once, and never die
The opus of a martyr