Stricken late afternoon - beside the pounding waves
Heavy upon the rocks - the rocks of my Laboured life.
Carried above the marsh, headed towards the stringent dune
With a heart hard as stone unrepentant un-renouncing
The gospel preached to savages convert to behave
Like Christ crucifying death for joy.
Drunkards thieves meet no more to glorify the night
The day revealed profits counted as loss -
The rulers such works do hate
Now marked with a martyrs sprinkled blood
Followed by hidden gentiles believing Christ is Lord.
K.Oni
About a martyr who is being lead to die by the rulers of this poor dark city. They will stone him to death.
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