There is nothing I could say to make what I have done better. Nothing I could do to redeem myself. I am damned, and have been since before I was born. Yet, it is my fault. I, who was given the power to save the souls of all men, instead took many of them in order to save one. In doing so, I may have condemned us both to the worst torture available; everlasting life.
What poor, ugly soul could want this? We might come back again and again and again, trying to right the wrongs of our pasts, only to incur more of God's holy wrath. I think it might be unfair that only God's wrath may be holy. All I wanted was for us, the two of us, to be together forever. My greatest sin was to love you more than I loved he who created me. I am almost as bad as he who we once called Lucifer, the shining star. He was cast out because he loved himself more than God. I will be judged because I love you more than God, myself, or anything. Anything in the world or all the heavens.
Even so, I will not be able to save us. I might be able save you, but for myself, there is no deal. There is nothing I can offer to allay my judgment. I deserve it. I am fully unrepentant. I do not regret loving you over the God you love so much. I do not regret questioning my faith. I regret only causing us pain, and being unable to be what you needed me to be.
These chains pull at my feet, they rip at my hands. I didn't know what the humans cried about until I cried myself. I wanted to know, because they made such beautiful things after they cried. What they did seemed deeper, somehow, because of its imperfection. I know now why. We knew nothing of truth and happiness and beauty, my love, until we knew of suffering. The more I suffer, the more i can see. It is a cruel cycle. I think I shall know what it is to suffer, to be human. I, who reveled in loneliness, shall now suffer by being forever alone.
They will rend the soul from my angelic form, and cast it down upon the cold earth. I will not be human, i will never be human. I will be more, and less, for always.
What poor, ugly soul could want this? We might come back again and again and again, trying to right the wrongs of our pasts, only to incur more of God's holy wrath. I think it might be unfair that only God's wrath may be holy. All I wanted was for us, the two of us, to be together forever. My greatest sin was to love you more than I loved he who created me. I am almost as bad as he who we once called Lucifer, the shining star. He was cast out because he loved himself more than God. I will be judged because I love you more than God, myself, or anything. Anything in the world or all the heavens.
Even so, I will not be able to save us. I might be able save you, but for myself, there is no deal. There is nothing I can offer to allay my judgment. I deserve it. I am fully unrepentant. I do not regret loving you over the God you love so much. I do not regret questioning my faith. I regret only causing us pain, and being unable to be what you needed me to be.
These chains pull at my feet, they rip at my hands. I didn't know what the humans cried about until I cried myself. I wanted to know, because they made such beautiful things after they cried. What they did seemed deeper, somehow, because of its imperfection. I know now why. We knew nothing of truth and happiness and beauty, my love, until we knew of suffering. The more I suffer, the more i can see. It is a cruel cycle. I think I shall know what it is to suffer, to be human. I, who reveled in loneliness, shall now suffer by being forever alone.
They will rend the soul from my angelic form, and cast it down upon the cold earth. I will not be human, i will never be human. I will be more, and less, for always.
