In rampant bursts of aural agony
Wretched screams cry out
As the tormentors return from their brief repose
The tortured can do no more than shout

Harsh shrieks are heard
Shrieks that leave behind
A great foreboding
An overshadow of impending death
Yet...
An Unmistakable sense of relief
Is emitted from the prisoners
The screams disappear
The cries are no longer heard
The shrieks cut off midstride
And the tension is gone

But this is not a merciful release
This is a persecution
The prisoners are lead off
Apparently freed
But instead are walking to their deaths

And as the screams once again break out...

God smiles.