the death of death

Oh, how telling it is
that in your last few hours on earth,
humanity rebelled through those who knew you best.
They fell asleep,
kissed your cheek.
They lied, denied,
ran from your side.
In those final hours,
The vices of your beloved conspired to remind you
that your friends
are your enemies.
In Judas, betrayal is victorious.
In Peter, fear rejoices.
As darkness falls, sin rises.
Sin speaks up through the flesh of men because it thought it was winning.
But in reality,
the enemy’s kisses
drew you into destiny.
The death of death.
It’s time.
The bruises of betrayal furthering your resolution…

“Thy will be done.”