• “Go quietly.” You told me, and quietly I would fall. I had followed with You for all my years, and I thought I’d seen it all.
    The hate and lies. Good peace when it dies. The unrelenting duty to follow Your will, because I had promised, and promise still, for You, and only You, I will.
    Oh, good God! Ah, glorified God! Forget the poor, the hungry, oh, the blasphemous sods! I’ll fight them! I’ll fight! For your lost peace of mind! For the chance, just a chance, that you can find your old light!
    Silver and silver crashing with vigor…But, with the slip of a hand, I find that I wither. Oh, no…so much of the scarlet that I still adore. After all these years, I had, indeed gotten more. But, it was more of my own: the scarlet that wasn’t shown, that pulsed and writhed within my veins ‘til the end. I followed in Your holy footfalls ‘til the very end, so may my truths bend, and may my blasphemous thoughts be seen as a trend.
    I feel so detached, collapsing onto the dry ground. I lost it all to Your faith, and it was never found. So tell me, my good God, tell me my dear Sire, tell me and save me from Your unholy fires: Is it I, or another that falls? But, looking at the sky as it begins to bawl…
    I wonder if the fallen one is You? No! No, I’ always knew! I always knew I’d fall, so by Your will, I do, I do!
    “Ah, that’s it, my lovely God.” And, with these words I begin to nod. I am so tired, my eyes so sore, my shoulders ache from the world I’ve bore. Maybe peace would have faired me best? Maybe it would have been a better rest…Maybe had I walked another path, I wouldn’t see them: they wouldn’t last. The souls I’ve stolen, screaming the hymns! Those hymns I’ve sang to You on Your every whim.
    Oh, dear, lovely One, on this hour is it me you shun? For increasing Your hate? For trying to save You from fate?
    I do not know, Lord, and You don’t care! My vision fades, reality rips and tears, and in this darkness I finally see…
    In the end I was real. Not you. Just me.