Gray Aria- by: unknown forgotten

I stand before the counsel
They want to trade my heavy lungs for un-forged steel
I'm gasping air, begging for forgiveness
Yet the harps don't sing near
Rather the harpoons are loaded ready to dive into my flesh
The rusty spears loaded I expect only the worst

The vote is taken and I am not worth it
So is the demise,
When 100 years later I will be Canonized
Declared a Saint for my efforts only then realized

Drink the blood off my sacrificial stone,
But it will only make you ill
The doctors, oh so many, will proclaim I shouldn't have died

I'm no Jesus, I pray I am not
Yet devout souls, all but lost, will cry at my loss
Shame be to them
So tender yet so wrong

My life ended
For no other reason but God's.