What is this dark light you shine upon me my father ?

Why am I , 反キリスト , cursed and cast down , yet sought to be the favourite among ye men who walk without hands or tongues or eyes or ears or noses ?

Be it may arrogance that proceeds my charm ?

Who is the man that stands in my stead ?

Am I becoming him ?

I am but a woman of low birth , of a 民族 none too plenty none too scarce , a coward , a liar , hiding in the skins of men who wrought fear and disdain into the hearts of those enemies before him .

| Y e t H e i s f a i l u r e |

जैसे नदी बहती है

Amen.

夜

There is a great storm that brews within my heart .

Endless stirring and great deluges of grief rock my boat as I cross these dark waters .

There is life beyond this vast , awful , seemingly endless ocean , I know it . I am desperate to taste the freshness of it's water . To feel the warmth of a new sun on my face .

I will breathe again when I reach the shores of this new home

And until then I wrassle desperately upon these wild and flying sails

The evening light has vanished , I sail silently in the night once more .

A dark angel , one who is morally virtuous and outwardly righteous and a champion of the weak and distute and broken but is born from a core of corruption . One to challenge the authority and question norms , though dutifully performing his act in the great salvation of the worlds misery . A crime and a dark sheep among the ' pure ' and ' holy ' ; not so holy themselves in their own dark corners .