An anger, his countenance so livid that his eyes were a blood red, and his lip and arm would quiver like a drawn out spring, ready to rip any soul that was careless enough as to pass by his furious glare. His veins would show in a painful detail, and his scream so piercing that even the devil himself was disturbed by its pureness. As his opponent mumbles words of despair and disbelief, he rips the very fabric of life from his body and throws him down in a pool of blood.
She dropped to her knees as her heart was ripped from her soul. Her eyes were gleaming wet, and shivered with the deathly cloud of sadness. She falls sideways, and shrivels up like a snail. Her faithful friend reels back in shock as she attempts fruitlessly to rip out her own hair, and the friend restrained her with the utmost compassion. But this was futile. As she wrestled her way out, she said:
“God, o god, why do you torture my soul so? I writhe in pure agony, and a snake suffocates me of any hope or mere passion. You have summoned a human being to heaven, but with that my heart. Why god, why have you punished me so? What have I done as to receive such an act? God, I beg you, I bow down to you, I beg you to give me the mercy of death.”
Her face becomes a stone hard wall as she rushes to Death himself and abandons the mortal world.
As he rushes down to her grasp, he smiles with the utmost joy. He beams with a radiance so bright, the sun notices him. He thrusts her up into the air with a love so benevolent and grateful that she floats for a couple seconds, suspended in the air of compassion. They are physically on Earth, but really they feel the ecstasy of heaven. They fall into a final embrace before the brain’s mental capacity takes hold, and they both shut down and go into a state so deep into sleep, one might wonder if life was still with them.
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