Uriah

Uriah's bowels unraveled in the sand. He thanked God for the gift of dying for King David, who was master of the man. Those Hittites never seemed to know the score. Bathsheba was the prize that David sought, Uriah inadvertently occluding His royal lust, so winkling out a thought, King David killed her husband by colluding With his generals to make the Hittite die. Afoam with sweat, Bathsheba grinds the King Indecently. Beneath a yawning sky, Uriah's writhing in the sand and gasping, Holding his ****ing kidney in his hand. I've never felt more sorry for a man.