RIPPED FLESH

We both proceeded for the final hearing and the verdict was passed.

Having so much wealth that could purchase an island, we figured it was best for us to go ahead with the operation.

Experts advised about our chances of survival, still she clung unto Pride and I got myself Ego as my mistress.

Tip! Tip! Tip! where the remaining drops from the earlier profuse flow. Gasping for air, we grew pale from the blood loss of our RIPPED FLESH. 

Barely could a third party hear our dying words. Prestige, Power, Position, Politics, People, even Prosperity could offer no help as her Pride and my Ego laughed us to scorn.

Grief, Agony, Emptiness, Shame, Groan, Bitterness, Hurt, Regret, and so much more where included in the papers but we were too hasty to give the papers a thorough scrutiny.

Taking my final breath, I recalled from the sermon on that faithful day... "I hate the violent dismembering of the  ONE FLESH of marriage".