The Perfect Martyr
I, the student, seized on a night of cold,
Booked and found guilty, for reasons unknown.
Immediately, my freedom was sold,
Despite my friends' pleas, I was all alone.
Later, while I was brutally tested,
At what turned out to be a cruel trial,
My rivals relentlessly contested.
Afterwards, above me was a trash pile.
All the Court's jury wished for my demise,
I had a desire to be justified,
Without a word, the truth shone in His eyes.
With my death sentence, He was crucified.
Ironically, when all was at an end,
From death, my Perfect Martyr did ascend.
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J.J. Wikipowski, born in the United States in Dallas, Texas, January 14, 1992, is a prominent, politically active young man diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome in 2012. He has been passionate about politics even in November 2008, when he ran for his high school's office of the presidency on a wide variety of issues. He graduated from a community college in 2014 with an Associate's of Arts in General Education and later graduated from a public university in 2017 with a Bachelor's of Arts in Interdisciplinary Studies. If he had been elected President, he would have been the second president who has autism after Thomas Jefferson.
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