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The Martyr
Echoes of chanting
creep up my covers
enveloping me into blackness
pulling me down…down
Clutching my bible to my heart
dragged thru space and time
not even the sounds of my screams
escape its grip …silence
Chanting
echoing
inhuman voices
humming like locust through the fog
in a long barn stripped of
Clothes
voice
pride
Still clutching my book
escorted through a pathway
through a sea of people
As quiet…as desperate…as I
Reaching the opening of the barn
chills… rain… hit my skin
penetrating to my core
Standing on the long deck
Humming…chanting…louder still.
vibrating my heart with its rhythms
Looking across the roads we stop
Standing on the edge of the dock
Still in the grip of a faceless escort
More barns… camp…prisoners
Lined up outside the barn across the road
Sheet covered windows firelight shadows
Blades…screams… chanting
I was a witness to the slaughter
White Sheet now blood red
Deafening sounds of the locust chant
Humming the terror in my being
My future punches me
I fall on my knees in prayer
My escort brings me to my feet with one jerk
Rips the bible out of my hands
Pages scatter across the road
a soft clear whisper
"Today you will be with me in paradise"
Echoes thru my head as I'm pulled across the road
…I was next
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