When the Deadbolt Breaks... God lights up a smoke in a flash of lightning. Inhaling a hollow smokey autumn wind of leaf and ash. Exhaling, his deep sigh thunders across a pitch sky, rolling with the turn of his head into the vast emptiness of space and ones heart. Eyes and sweat gleam with a second strike of Gods light as it cracks with the triggered hammer, and it is done. God's not watching anymore.