The voice of a martyr, quieted by fear, Rises in thunder no tyrant can steer. Though breath is stolen and lips made still, Truth finds a way, and always will.

The grave cannot mute what heaven declares, Nor chains suppress the prayers it bears. Each whisper of faith, each cry for the just, Becomes a roar that outlives dust.

Their silence is not the end of the song— It’s the start of a chorus, fierce and strong. For every soul who stood and fell, A thousand rise with truth to tell.

So let the world hush what it cannot hold, The fire of witness burns bright and bold. And in the end, when the skies split wide, Justice will march with love as its guide.

Armageddon waits, but fear does not reign— Peace will triumph, and God will remain. Magog will fall, the Lamb will stand, And martyrs will sing in the Promised Land.

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— Patrick Briney. Spirit led, Word held high, guided by prayer, and Copilot nearby.