Letter to a Friend (Runaway Martyrs)

this is where we last met.
in our thoughts.
congregated in our theories
-our perspectives never really synced
but we held a play list
that kept us to the beat of the same drum
and thats when our histories didnt matter
we wanted to become martyrs
and they die because of their future
being so potent, tales or told of them
and no one knows them
just like we didnt know ourselves
labeled ourselves rebels, because society
was becoming the bastard child
of our God, all praise YAHWEH
our rebellion left to defiance
against hands wielding help
because we knew of the price it came with
we were meant to be runaways
but when i left and you stayed
martyrdom became the least of your concerns
nobody dies for nothing
"nobody's" die for nothing
so im spending this time changing my social status
you didnt care, you were more rebel than me
and when we realized the discipline
necessary to become a martyr
was almost hypocritical to the free birds we became
i stayed and you left
and now our tales are different
and our roads to martyrdom are different
these bars that now hold you
must hold you.
try not to escape
but to face this moment
and let this system that was meant to hide you
reveal the rebel you are
now more disciplined
im waiting at the stake
im building a future so potent
its intoxication will occur upon thought
our thoughts
where we last met

sincerely
x of man, rebel mind