Reality

Imagine
Running for your life
But you are not alone...
Struggling beside you is your little brother
Fear dripping from your faces
The adrenaline cannot pump fast enough

Chasing you are people you've never met
They are filled with rage
Hatred
And a yearning for blood...
Yours.

They know not your name
They know not your age
They know nothing but one thing
Your religion

That is enough to take your life

Gasping
Growing ever tiresome
You cannot stop
You cannot hesitate
You cannot let them get too close

Your brother growing weary
Losing energy with each step
Suddenly
He falls

They grow closer
You can sense them
You can feel them
They come into view
Their eyes glowing from pure thrill

It's fight or die.
Fight to live another moment just to die another day
Fight to survive
For you can no longer live
No, not like before
It is now
Survival



This is my take on what it must feel like for the Christians being persecuted by ISIS