† Twelve †
Mine eye is consumed because of grief;
it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Psalms 6:7
I have regretted no act that I have committed because everything I did, I did for Him. I accomplished it with only Father in mind, with bettering His creations, with bringing the world back to what it should have been all along. Why would I feel remorse when the cause was right?
No one understands, no one appreciates. That has been the problem all along, hasn't it? The fickleness of mortals and their disregard of such an amazing gift sickens us all, cheapens Him and His generosity. But, just because they cannot understand why I did these things do not make them wrong! They all cry out "why" when the grief strikes, when locusts plague them or first born are slaughtered; how can I expect them to comprehend The Plan? Even when I take The Plan into my own hands, working for a divine ending that would bring glory back to Him?
But, Michael? Even him? Lucifer would dismiss me out of spite, but Michael? Michael would not turn me away?
Father has gone quiet, and now--
Still, why was I afraid to tell him? Why did I hesitate? Their spin on what happened? Or was it something more?
These things...that I have done....
it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Psalms 6:7
I have regretted no act that I have committed because everything I did, I did for Him. I accomplished it with only Father in mind, with bettering His creations, with bringing the world back to what it should have been all along. Why would I feel remorse when the cause was right?
No one understands, no one appreciates. That has been the problem all along, hasn't it? The fickleness of mortals and their disregard of such an amazing gift sickens us all, cheapens Him and His generosity. But, just because they cannot understand why I did these things do not make them wrong! They all cry out "why" when the grief strikes, when locusts plague them or first born are slaughtered; how can I expect them to comprehend The Plan? Even when I take The Plan into my own hands, working for a divine ending that would bring glory back to Him?
But, Michael? Even him? Lucifer would dismiss me out of spite, but Michael? Michael would not turn me away?
Father has gone quiet, and now--
Still, why was I afraid to tell him? Why did I hesitate? Their spin on what happened? Or was it something more?
These things...that I have done....