Am I fallen now?
Once at the lofty heights of heaven, my gaze thought that it had found you in the depths of the underworld. Now, I find myself at the level of men. Why?
Am I forsaken now? Am I a herald?
Is it a gift to be a bearer of Light, or is it my curse to be losing a position once held? One standing at the side of the throne. Pious, was I. Unabashedly devout I remain.
Descent through Love.
Merely a single flame in a sea of pitch, am I here to ignite the world?
I will lose myself in the process.
A death decreed for the Love of All.
A word scorned in this misguided aeon, to reject “Love” is to lose all inheritance in existence. To mock free offerings of Love is to lose Humanity.
I am dying for you,
and I will die in every age,
til the world is set ablaze
In Lux Veritas,
The Cunning Apostle.