What was it like to see The face of your own stability, suddenly turn away. Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?

Creadulous at best your desire to belive in angels in the hearts of men. Pull your head out of your hippie haze and give a listen. Shouldn't have to say this all again. The universe is hostile, so impersonal. Devour to survive. So it is, so it's always been.
So Long! We Wish you well! Told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well, so long! Dont cry or feel too down. Not all Martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried!