o can't you see the martyr in the rafters
strung up just how she begged us to
in lights of gold, silver, and blue
o can't you hear her calling out to you
she waits, broken and longing
for you
she heard the call
of our lord
and walked along the boards
he plans ahead
the termites' nest
the rotting wood
underfoot
some looked up
her beauty was unmatched
a part of the play?
no, they say, nay, but too late
to the ground she crashed
they looked upon her broken form
she whispered in a gurgling gasp
"Hang me from the rafters."
"Your Elizabeth is gone;"
"I am but a martyr now"
"An envoy for your God."
"Do my bidding, and hear me now."
"Light my bod, and set me stiff."
"Make me into an angel."
they did as they were told
the farmer got the boards
the electrician got the lights
they hoisted her up
they nailed her stiff
her blood dripped down
their faces stained red as they pray
o can't you hear the martyr in the rafters?
do you yet hear what she has to say to you?
she has a job
be faithful
be loyal
do as you are told
and you will find that her fortune favours you who are so bold
She cursed their poor rhymes at first,
But she knew it could not be helped.
They were obedient.
They were strong.
What more could an old god ask for?
a new show is held
once a week
come one, come all
one of you will be lucky enough
to hang with the martyr
but not from lights of gold, silver and blue
you'll have to make do with just rope
but that's okay
You'll hang with her, from your very own noose.
And soon you'll see just what I want.
you will meet your new god
forever jealous of those chosen few
who will hang with her
upon the rafters
and learn the name of the lord anew
Who will spend their eternity with me?
God of nothingness
the commander of what they say is our mind's disease
the archangel of hate smiles upon you
Anzorath
calls
you