Give up.

The demon lioness eyes me up, gazing upon her next meal. Calm, leisurely, even as her life blood leaks onto the soil. From the wound I gave her, and will now die for.

Because I'm sick of running to and from the world's disasters. I'm not all powerful. Not really. And now the opportunity presents itself, I can see it's the only solution.

And so, I lie down and wait for her to finish me.

On Monday 27th June 2016, one being finally gave up this world and died. That being was the greatest to ever live.

God is love. Love is God.