Life

She looked him in the eye, and said, why don’t you come back to us—
an offering of life!
She clearly pitied him.
He denied her arrogantly—a path to sure death.
He abhorred her prayerful offering.
He continued unknowingly about the then death of his Angel—a treacherous accident occurred up above.
No more angels guide his liberty, he lives precariously, into every step he takes, every move he makes.
Malicious intent veils itself as innocent coincidence, and shadows the journey of his soul—an inescapable hold.
Treasonous and traitorous life divulged his every sin; then left him all alone, living his life—something he presumed he had own.
Simply, how could he have known?
That he had slighted his only savior or that Life would be the death of his own.