I hate being in this condition.

I freaking hate it.

But it's for God.

I see thousands of faces mocking me and my name.

Even worse, mocking God's name.

"If your God is so real, how come he hasn't rescued you?"

"Knuckles, you're wasting your time!"

But they don't know.

They don't know this passion I have.

They don't understand His power.

They don't see His love.

Only I do.

And I love this passion.

I love this fire on my heart.

I love this energy and will He gave to me.

And, even if I am here, tied with chains and beat up like a monster, I will keep screaming that my God is real.

But they don't know what they're doing.

They cut off my dreadlocks.

They removed the spines in my hands.

They cut my skin open like they did to Jesus.

My eyes are almost closed shut.

My once peachy muzzle is now dark purple.

My tears are of blood.

But I do not care. Maybe they cut open my chest.

But they cannot remove my love for Him.

"Deny Him or we'll kill you!"

My red tears begin to flow, and this gives me more pain that I already have.

But I cannot.

I cannot deny Him, after all He's done for me.

"Never."

I see that the German Shepherd in front of me rises a gun to my forehead. His Australian accent is very prominent as he speaks.

"Deny… your God… or you'll die. Don't you get it?"

I raised my eyes to meet his icy yellow ones.

"I will never deny my God. Don't you get it?"

Boom.

I feel peace.

I feel harmony.

I see a beautiful Man smiling at me with a crown and red robes.

I see the holes in his hands and feet.

Everything's over?

Nah…

My life has just started.