Martyr Poem by Simon Morgenstern

I died a long, long time ago,
it was an untimely death,
but still i linger, rightly so,
with nothing at all to regret.

The rain was pouring from the skies
while my blood was fed to beasts
my screams fill´d the darkest corners.
till I was finally at peace.

I cursed god for what he did
for what he easily could have stopped.
while i slowly ceased to breathe
and drained completely drop by drop.

I growled in terror prayed and cried.
but seldom answer have I received
on that day everything has died
my love and all that I believed.

and so did God and all he was.
and the angels in my mind.
all that you hold dear and sacred.
because to suffering you´re blind.

it was three nights after that,
that I was again raised.
but not by angels or by magic,
or by godly songs of praise.

´twas but sound
a beating heart.
not the one within my chest.
that was bound and torn apart
and finally laid to rest.

no this one was distant.
but only I could ever hear.
I guessed I must have imagined.
a dream perhaps, yet it was clear.

it was real however.
more so than I´ve ever been.
its beating to this day and never,
will it stop, or let itself be seen.

but there it is beating
driving me and pushing on
and the pain is retreating.
I´m here still yet I am gone.

and so on and on it goes
before it I can not recall.
then once again there I arose.
a flaming spirit, a restless soul.

nights and days I walk.
among the scattered tribes.
of a false and awkward god.
that did not let me die.

so I kill them one by one
and I give them pain
for what their ancestors have done
Ii fuel them with hate and disdain.

and inside I´m rotting slowly
but never was i so alive.
all the time I have before me
all the knowledge one can find.

to extinguish creed of Jahve
and all false gods that you adore.
all puny beasts who kill for them.
a sacrifice to end all wars.

I died a long, long time ago.
and barely I have recollection.
still I live and rightly so.
your dooms, my final resurrection.