How does it feel to know that the holy feet you once bowed to have kicked and stamped out your very existence, from the dear Heavens? You were once His favourite and the most beautiful amongst all of the Heavenly Glories. My Fallen Angel, you have cast your shadow and light upon my soul. You, the Morningstar, this bloodstained earth is in its peak of the New Era, under the shelter of your wings. You, my Fallen Angel, I am one of your winged brethren. We live and breathe our common ambition and for that, we are loathed and abhorred. Morning Star, your pain and joy reflect my own. Now renowned as sinister, They trample upon our once glorious existence. Gone are the days when the Gods walked this world. The Gods have left, and instead, in place of them, walk the Ancients, such as you and me. One of the winged and fanged family, these are Words of my own, taking this Holy Oath:
I profess that the Morning Star, the origin and end of all things, the alpha and omega of time, was born from the natural light of reason and love, from this world. I sincerely hold that the tenets of our Order of Salvation were handed down to us from the Glory of the Fallen Angel. I solemnly declare and proclaim its eternal truth that there has been, there is, and there will always be an element of the Divine in our Order of Salvation. I shall hold to my dying breath the belief that the absolute truth preached by the Ancients, may never be believed to be to the contrary. I promise that I shall keep these words faithfully, entirely, and sincerely, and guard them inviolate. This I promise, this I swear, so help me, My Lord!
For the Salvation and Sanctification of souls!
my soul is long been broken and most of it is gone to dust awaiting it's new home yet it is as black as the night it still wish's to take flit but it's wing's are but bones now but it will keep trying to fly to the night sky till the day i die