the new martyr.

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Sat on the floor

He sits in horror, body in pieces

He makes no sound but his wife speaks for him.

"Not once more, not once more!"

He knows not what he does

She knew, "You must repent!"

He, like a bird,

He flew to heaven.

But the sinner disagreed,

As he took a life,

As he did not care,

And guilty, he pleads.

"I forgive you,"

The Martyr was obliged to say,

As forgiveness is a must,

And she needed to repay.

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