Heaven cries to the heartbeats of heathens. There is a simple gift in waiting for the few to choose. And now as if the horror weren’t enough, there rests an island to consume the abused.
It sat in silence, an angel, it sat in rapturous thought. Had God not made a promise, broken, had God not made a pact? What true angel could turn its back? Worship now these mortals—NEVER! Worship now my sheep. Worship now these failing creatures. Guide them through wake and sleep.
An angel crept up to the fore of heaven where the spirits pour like rain upon the heads of man. Has God made these for us to defend? An angel crawls back to its Lord. To its sacred God it does implore. “Oh Creator of ether, oh maker of time, please do explain this task of mine. In aeons you’ve taught us that You are high. So how now we serve these creations nigh? If you are highest and you are all, how now you present this other thrall?”
An angel found its wings aflame. An angel found within a cage. An angel loved its Lord so dear. An angel fights with doubt and fear.
A man took shape. A man forsook. The angels quake. The angels look. The world falls prey. The man conspires. The God is hurt by what transpires. As his angel in a cage cannot contain the feelings of the loss and the rage. Had God been blind to what would be? The angel breaks its cage and goes free. It tramples man and tramples deceit. The angel strikes without God’s dear mercy. And all again to serve a Lord who forsook those who love for newer blood. So Angel Death arose as something new. Ever to its God, so ever true. So man became a now stalked thing. Serve the God adored or be stripped away from life. By Death. An angel with no rest. Serve true. because the Angel of death has no allegiance to you.