Completion of the trial marks the end,
for better? For worse?
An onslaught of a pleasurable suffering begins -
An all-consuming disease which attacks the body
and festers and manifests within the very soul like the Plague,
tearing it apart, piece by piece, mercilessy, and willingly so.
There is none worse an ailment or life-crippling disease
that has so thrived off the human heart.
Its only enemy is Time, which, itself,
an ally of the soul, mind and state of being is not.
Tribulation after tribulation is hurled against the soul,
Destroying the walls of defence before they are even constructed
while Life sniggers mockingly,
preparing for the next blow,
enjoying its cruel, torturous game.
Flickers of hope are ignited only to be smothered
and suffocated by giant waves of abusive torment,
and Fate, the Natural Terrorist,
simply smiles
and it all begins
again.