Even God Dies

Silence.






Silence shouts.





Decomposition sinks its teeth into your cold flesh.



Hero
no
more.


Hope dissipates.


Who knows what will come of our hopes?
For even God dies.


Death.


Gone.


Worn out yesterday.
Like the mist dried up today.
Used up.
Not here.



Silence.
Mortality.
Torn.
Even God dies.
Even here you are Emmanuel.








Silence.







Even in death you are here.