The Martyrdom

Every Martyr, I see a creative faith,
Like my own. Spoken, driven to the Bible
But still... creative and unique.
They speak of Heaven, and the good place...
A man and wife write letters,
And the woman is gleeful to be tormented
But the man in sorrows.
For she is willing to die for her doctrine.
I don't particularly see anything sinful
In the Catholic faith... or in her faith...
And I come to this conclusion often
That neither party has it all correct.
One blind obedience to Dogma and Church Ordinance
And the other a free and easy doctrine from the Bible.
I see two people who truly believe in what they're saying...
But the one is willing to die for it,
And the other is willing to kill for it.
I see creativity contrast with rigidity.
Freedom contrast with man made stricture.
Grace contrast with law.
And I don't think Catholics go to hell,
Or Protestants, or Orthodox,
As much as I think power goes to hell
Which bends the world to wicked rules
And does not have any mercy...
And certainly today, it allows sin.
For martyrs will be made by all three Churches
Ephraim, Judah and Israel
Very soon, I'm afraid... as the world cannot tolerate righteousness.