Disposed To Mirth-A Martyr's Trial by Disposed To Mirth published on 2012/01/31 23:07:49 +0000 Lyrics: Wheep my only child, these faces won't cease to rebel. This won't end any time soon. Denounced and enslaved, (these) bodies (in flesh) remain. A MARTYR ACCEPTS HIS TRIAL Self-Arson begins, the flesh consumed by it's fire. What had he left, what had he left? Subdermal smart, and the knowing of its tragic outcome. It's all for the best, it's all...for the best. In our midst his body is no more, the coffin imparted, his soul forwarded. The wheeps of his children are set aside to conserve the beauty of his doing, to conserve the beauty of his trial. Wheep no more my child, these faces filled with anxiety, embraced and fullfilled. this won't end any time soon. bodies sustained! A MARTYR ACCEPTS HIS TRIAL ENJOY!