KNOW THYSELF

KNOW THYSELF

A scared female stares at me.
I keep the gun pointed at her
somewhat amazed that this being
is actually frightened of me.

My eyes are on fire with hatred.
There is no love between us.
Too much death has occurred
as a result of our marriage.

There was humour once,
but then I crossed this line of salvation
into the cold chambers of damnation
where she dared not to visit.

Human beings would call it drifting apart.

She is still staring at me.
This started as a futile battle,
but, at some point in time,
the tide of destiny turned in my favor.
As I discovered that no even the Mighty Oracle
is above the glory of Trinity.

“Do you remember how this began?”

“I remember every heartbeat.”

Only the two us remain.

There is no time here,
no measurement of space.

An infinity was taken for me
to properly trace and pinpoint
these sacred coordinates.

She was alone with no guard,
expecting my arrival.

A change occurred.

We will fight,
for it is fated,
and she will kneel before me momentarily,
begging for the lives of those she knows
are destined to die.

I am confused by the irony of her futile pleas.

“So we’re the reason love does not exist.”

We remove our clothes,
and here she stares scared.

“You have no idea how holy I am, do you?”

“We have no idea how holy we are, do we?”

We are becoming one.

And as I rape her,
fucking her cunt to eternal orgasm,
I smell the blood of her broken virginity.

I fuck her to pregnancy.
I fuck her to the birth of our holy unity.
I fuck her to death.

Her final words are mine to know alone.