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Martha was murdered,
With bloodshed and fervour,
They cut off her head,
And stuffed it inside her,
Martha was murdered,
With such pain and horror,
That even her mother,
Prayed God may find her,
And she was easily led by those around her,
I won’t ask again,
Please put a flower on Martha’s grave,
Down by the river,
They found Martha’s body,
Stuffed in the briar,
Shoved in the holly,
And Martha’s young daughter,
Put pen unto paper,
Wrote her mother a letter,
Just to say that she hates her,
And she was easily led by those around her,
I won’t ask again,
Please put a flower on Martha’s grave,
And I want you to know,
That I never loved her,
And I want you to know,
That I’m glad that they killed her,
For in the end I can’t think of a single soul,
Who even liked her,
Or cared to place a flower on her grave,
And she was easily led by those around her,
I won’t ask again,
Please put a flower on Martha’s grave.
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I held a rock but he had a hammer,
For you,
I walked a mile but he moved a mountain,
For you and just for you,
My lover for you,
I tried to walk away, I tried,
I tried to walk away, I tried to run,
But everything is falling now,
The leaves, they too are crawling now,
It’s already begun,
They taste the fire and call it the brimstone,
They let me go, but they won’t let me go home,
I miss you,
I find myself alone again,
And somehow I see that I am still,
Walking down that road again,
As motions sweet, unfold again,
A fickle fan, a fading play,
Perches on that aching way,
As simple, subtle, sinful lies,
Curl into my broken mind,
And blood may boil and bones my break,
But still your heart I can’t forsake,
Forget or even brush aside,
Let it be known, only that I was here,
I beseech you, my only fool,
That you, my friend will not be cruel,
And that somehow you will stand to rule,
Against duties’ hand and heaven’s tool,
What say you?
I held a map and he held the sextant,
Borders born and tears were wiped away,
Or so they say, those bloody few,
I held the world but he held a mirror,
He held a girl and I saw things much clearer,
I died to try and defy the way things were made.
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