3 Holy Men

I'm sorry.

We arrived so late.

You're all so cold.

Pale.

Stiff.

A family.

Two teens and a father.

Bound together.

Literally.

By your hands.

Together.

And we, the grand liberators.

We found you.

Together.

Just to pull you apart.

Unwillingly.

And dead.

Together.

And now me.

With you.

Together.

Thinking about my own children.

Alive.

And Safe.

Together.

Soon...

Here we all are.

Our hands dealt in this random game of life.

And just maybe, I'm the wild card.

Lucky me.