There is thunder expected, crescendo
:power, spectacle

A parted sky
Should alight a blade
In your outstretched hand

Perhaps lightning for effect.

Surely this is the manner
In which we were meant to face
Our vile enemies

Nope.

Eyes that burn,
Words that bludgeon hope,
Hands that hold too long.

These are the weapons
To get us through the battle
,
The only thunder
Is the low rumble
From the vacuum
******* at the breach
In our tattered souls.

As we cower for the massacre
There is a flash in erroneous time

Forwards and backwards
Reveal our feelings made us real

Forgiveness is this power
Almighty and righteous

Palms and face to the sky
We die