A Martyr's Death

I am to die a martyr's death Upon the cross upside down Unworthy to die as He before me I welcome death with open arms The nine tails' lash lay on me I feel them tear to the bone Again and again the whips flay my flesh The pain is neverending; I now wish for death It denies me as I denied the Son of Man A piece of shame that I take to my grave I take up my cross one last time for the sake of faith My time on earth has finally met its end I die today A martyr's death; I've earned I will not falter on the faith I hold dear In the face of death I persevere This life I leave is naught but a speck of dust Unto the grave I die but I will be reborn My soul cries out for the touch of the void Alas, that fate is a blessing compared to the suffering inflicted this day By the hands of man in their sinful greed I stand before the crowds, a ragged man with nothing left but the death I am deserving for the crime of faith I pick up the wooden cross Ensured of my passing from this life to the next I feel a shove from behind, I take my first step of many to the grave I approach the site of the devil's lair The mouth of the abyss stares at me No longer can I run from the fate ahead I gladly accept my destiny My death will serve as encouragement to the faith of the weak Our God is deserving of even our lives When we reach the hill, I ask one last time to invert my cross For I am not worthy to die as the one who died for me I am unworthy