Kill Them with Love

Hate rages all around me. There is nothing here but strife. No rest,

only anger and pain. I am thrown to my knees. But there is no mercy

here. A gun is pressed to my forehead. The cold steel biting at my

flesh. No struggle here. I wont join them again. I wont give them

that sick satisfaction. They wont see me live for today and then rot

within hour after hour. A smile etched across my face. Laughter

echoes through me. Has it really come to this? Are they so desperate

to have hold of me once more. Words pour from my mouth but they

are not my own. I am already dead. Now only He speaks.

He speaks to their hearts. He asks them to leave their emptiness.

To forsake the only semblance of purpose they've ever known.

To die and yet live. To be broken to the depths of the soul, and in

so doing show the world the lies its set its feet upon. The hammer

snaps into place, menacing and sadistic. It stands poised to rip

my life from me. But I am ready. I go now to Him. Him who now

speaks. Him who loved me even as I stood where they now stand.

The moment hangs in the air. One final chance. To return to who

and what I was. To leave the joy I've found. No. Never again.

He stands before me. Ready to welcome me home. The shot

resounds in the small room, singing loudly of its work. My body

collapses to the floor weeping soft red tears. A child in the corner

stares, at a loss for what to do or say. He had seen no fear, and

felt no anger. I was intriguing. A stranger in a world fueled by hate.

But the child will endure. They will overcome. They have heard

Him speak, and will now seek Him all their days. They will meet

the same end and be glad thereafter. So another is raised up,

out of a world slowly dying. Now they too kneel, ready to leave

this place behind.