How can mercy be claimed for one so undeserving?
Oh the pretentious soul of a God-fearing man…
Bow down before me!

Daddy dearest shall have his time too.

What will he say in his defense?
When he is kneeling at the gates of judgment.
Too far gone for forgiveness,
To even be seen in such a sacred place as this.

The angel wanted to see his face one final time.
Just a passing of features…
For now, she has no tongue to speak,
Not in a language he would understand.
That ability is far beyond his comprehension.

All his prices shall return and lie,
Full weighted and heavy upon his back,
Those burdens he relinquished on himself the day he shunned her out.

Now she floats on effervescent air.
And he is on the receiving end of momentous stings.
Aimed forth and landing on his heart.

Blow… by blasphemous blow.

Towering over his consciousness,
Until the everlasting darkness impales him,
Until his fate is resolved.
Faith rests in the heart of all things literal.

All which lies in the hands of the angel.
Beautiful but silent,
Silent but merciful,
Merciful but scarred.

And they call her…