Only in death does one have a name:
Let us be thankful that this young man
is now released from the sweet sweet apathy.
Blessed be the rage in him,
through him, and with him.
Let us be thankful this father will one day
also know the beauty of the everlasting hope,
and can for now accept the empathy
which flows from these minds of weak resistance.
Blessed is the rage in the light of life.