I heard Heaven but they didn't hear Me

I heard Heaven but they didn't hear Me  
 
2 July, 0125  
   
Young vivacious voices sang in the next room  
A church choir rejoiced on TV   
Their singing echoed in my head as if it were hollow  
But I laid there   
Frozen   
   
He was done with me  
Shredded my loins   
   
Beaten  
I tethered in this web bloodied and swollen  
Face down   
Jeans pulled to my waist on his kitchen table   
   
The hungry pants and gasps for air were  
No longer mine   
No longer his  
   
It was that damn pudgy faced nasty slobbering mastiff of his,  
Quasimodo   
   
He'd witnessed it all  
And he looked like he had seen it before   
Yet he cocked his head as if searching for   
the answer to some interstellar riddle  
   
He was still drinking that gin   
As he zipped up his pants   
He raised his glass as if toasting to my health  
Walked around the table  
Surveying my whimpering carcass   
   
He stepped aside to let me go  
He would not impede me  
Be steady   
But be swift   
I can't let him do this to me again   
   
Again?  
Did it happen at all?  
He was bigger than me  
Stronger  
I did fight, right?  
No it didn't happen  
   
Then why was I bleeding  
   
“Then he will say to those on his left,   
‘Depart from me, you cursed,   
into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.  
Matthew 25 41   
   
Television still on as I crossed his yard  
 
31 July, 0830
   
"You want to report what?" my commander demanded of me   
   
"You're talking about your squadron leader."  
   
"Decorated five times in three tours in the sand."  
   
"A husband and father of three."  
   
 'Yes sir' stumbled over my lips each time  
   
"I'm not gonna sugarcoat this for you,   
because you know his story will vary.   
What this will do to him, and do  
to you will be a quite scary."  
   
"Yes sir"  
   
This pangolin faced troll's only concern was  
the clerical nightmare it would bring   
He wanted to dismiss it as some petty matter  
That I needed to reform my way of thinking   
Hoping this fad would pass like I was some teenaged girl   
   
21 August, 1435
 
At my court martial   
I could still hear that chorus singing  
A brutal homicidal act was what the judge had said  
Then my life sentence was summarily read  
   
As the two MPs started to lead me away   
My commander only had one thing to say,   
   
"Robert, did you have to shoot the dog too?"   
   
"Yes sir."  
   
(submitted for the Heaven or Hell with selected words competition; and the Military competition)