Ecce Homo

In seven days God created heaven and the world.
In seven seconds, he shattered hers.

Those seven seconds plowed through her mind
Day after day, night after night.
It was a massive burden put upon her shoulders,
For her to carry the weight.
As if old age wasn't enough.

The moonlight permeated the night sky,
Illuminating the heavens.

"Oh heavenly father, why must you bestow such
A gloomy interval in my life span?
Immortalizing cliches was the fabrication of our tie-in.
Nevertheless, comes you making my pain your prey.
Wadding my heart with bitterness."

A clap of thunder reverberated the vault of heaven.
God's roar had been heard throughout all of the earth.
A severely bright white light beamed into her eyes,
Hammering her bottom into the turf.

"Question me not, daughter. Never shall one attempt
To eternize the breath of man. You see, soon the beings
Of the universe shall meet world's end. Only then will you see
Your heaven and behold no more death or mourning or crying
Or pain, for the old order of things ha passed away.
I will wipe every tear from your eyes. Now, *ecce homo."

A beautiful voice pulsated a rhythm of
Majestic sound waves from her left ear, to the right.

"Bitter? Be not, my dear, for your mourning is useless.
Vain are we to try to immortalize such a likely decay.
To try to foreshadow our existence and harshly fail likewise.
Let vital things devise and begin another edition in your publication.
Subdue your virtues, and in the heavens
Our love shall live, as shall our life renew."


*Ecce (et-che) Homo- Behold the man.