Words of the Sufferer
They laugh as they watch
His prayers fall on deaf ears
But still, one truly hears
The Sufferer's Final Sermon
Red blood, running lazily
Crimson clouding his eyes
And giving his mouth an iron taste
They laugh as they watch
Screaming his beliefs to the crowd
That watches his life ebb away
Pleading, though he knows
His prayers fall on deaf ears
The Condesce pities his effort,
For she knows that those below
Are fearful of listening, of rising up
But still, one truly hears
And one makes all the difference
For now a rebellion is at hand,
And the spark that lit the flame was
The Sufferer's Final Sermon