I’ll be a joyful martyr –
once they fire that
restless bullet from
their toy,
into my naked chest –

I’ll be drowned inside
the pool of my
warm blood
in this freezing cold,

And the fragrance from
newly oozed blood
will bring a revolution
on the lamenting streets
of my heaven.

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