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He walked a straight path, A few curves along the way.
Never bending under pressure, Fighting for what he believes.
Not giving into temptations, Wouldn't conform to there ideals.
They turned his family against him, But never once broke his stride.
He pushed forward, In the darkest of times.
With the weight, Of the world on his back.
He's carrying these burdens, To the grave.
A martyr for, His believes.
His life will, Be cut short.
Way before, It's time.
He pushed forward, In the darkest of times.
With the weight, Of the world on his back.
The sands of time are against him, Few remain, But he stays strong.
Knowing that times running out, That his death, Is soon to come.
His death will be made an example, To those who, Chose to oppose.
His death want be in vain, He'll leave behind, A legacy.
It's all for nothing, If you don't have freedom.
We all end up, Dead, It's just a question, Of how and why.
Betrayed, By those close to him.
His heart, Was deceived.
Shunned by others, For his non conformed believes.
They come with a cost, And the price is his blood.
To the last, Breath, He'll stand and fight.
Never once did he, Compromise.
He lived his life, As he saw fit.
With a heart full, Of compassion.
But made to look, A fool.
It's all for nothing, If you don't have freedom.
March, March, March, March to the gallows.
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