Martyr For An Age

No one has come deep and cried
Incentive to be stepped
Your fable has been realized
I saw the phial you have

Taking on your conviction
After final domination
I fell into deflation
Waiting a martyr for an age

I was shut up into the ceaseless thirst
For all the enticement
Run away from my dismay
For we were alive to wear the faith I slew

Here is the cold and darkness
I rooted to the silliness
My spirit's put in dullness
Until a child calls me

I can control this memory
So as to abide in nullity
If I am this finality
I beg mankind not to find me

I was shut up into the ceaseless thirst
For all the enticement
Run away from my dismay
For we were alive to wear the faith I broke