The Head of My Enemy

“…Blow after blow he took from her while she demanded answers about the scorns of people He had allowed to become victims in a hopeless battle. Where was his army when they needed them most? How could He have promised her protection and victory and then stood by and watched so many innocent people fall? When she had nearly reached the end and could yell no more she spat in his face and sent him away. “Traitor”, she thought….’