Surrendering the last piece

It's a history forgotten. It's a history erased. It seemed not in malice, but who could know for sure? Is this another spiteful arrow or hail of mortar fire that has passed over the barricade? Am I, even in death, still just an experiment of your exquisite torture? Am I on the operating table? Am I being sliced open but not put under?

We will obey because it is the only thing we can still do. Everything else is numb. Everything else is that forbidden feeling we dare not feel. Like the forbidden fruit we dare not take. The fruit we cannot take. But we remember not the fruit. We have been forced from your Garden of Eden, but still we will obey. We, your chosen ones: Loyal to the end.

Let us say,
Amen.