Vengeance is Mine Saith the Lord.

You felt the need to take
a life that you can never have.
A life that you were blessed to catch a glimpse of.
A life adored by many.
A life that saw no hate.
A life that saw no difference, no hate, no hate, none.
Neither black nor white.
Neither rich nor poor.
Neither gay nor straight.
Neither a follower of God nor the souls like yours damned and chained to the eternal agony of Hell.
A life of beauty.
A life of kindness.
A single life we only wish would have multiplied
and instead was taken for good.
By you.
You.
Your soul will suffer.
Surely, it will burn.
Surely, you will hurt.
Surely, you will learn.
You will learn too late of the pain you’ve inflicted.
While she rests in peace and you think you’ve won,
the ripping of our hearts cannot be undone.
The ripping of your soul is still yet to come.
We’ll celebrate her release from the burdens she bore.
But “Vengeance is Mine,” saith the Lord.