Subsiding to his knees, transfixed.
His heart gashed agape by incognizant blade.
Blood disgorging from him, a living person.
Gasping, praying for air, air concluded to be unconditional.
Torturous groans spill from his body.
Why is Nothing stirred?
God, if you are in control, conclude this misery!
If You are merciful, why then do you show no mercy?
Hope is rived from his sole, stretched, and expended as a jumprope.
Life is ripped out from its socket, drenching him in sheer agony.
Hope is made a distant memory.
Hope, falsely a truth, and truly a lie.
Subsequently, like the sun inching closer and closer towards the horizon, he is dragged into darkness.
Upon this day, his loving daughter prays. Upon this day, his loving daughter is filled with the hope of seeing his open arms again.
What is this?
This, is victory.
