Poverty-stricken, he was sick and beaten.
He was such a broken man.
The eldest son was just twelve years then.
With the food rationed, he was slowly losing patience.
He was rejected by the masses.
Unproductive, they say.
He felt he wasn't valued anymore.
Emotionally detached, reality was no longer there.
Mentally drained, it became too depressing for him to bear.
He started to mistrust everything around him.
As the light in his life began to dim.
He began to turn to Devil.
As if He's his only saviour.
Adrenaline rushed through him.
With it, he took the final plunge.
Voices in him screamed.
Until there was a deathly silence.
Maybe, Life wasn't worth slaving for.
Perhaps, Death is his only solace.
When Hell is full, the dead will walk the Earth
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