He gets the last word in, yes, He does. Every time.
Even when the life that you built with blood and tears is crumbling all around you. The foundation was strong and the walls weren’t paper thin. The roof had its holes, but nothing can be perfect. For it was yours and yours to keep and now it’s around your ankles in crumbs.
What happens now, when the final word is ground to dust?
But that’s not how it goes, you should know this by now. A dead end is never The End. A final word is never dust and mortar. It’s much more than crumbs that offer no substance. The last word has been sold and then bought. It’s not up for offer. It is done. So it is. So don’t look down at your ankles a second longer.