"I received my name from God. But to me, who opposed God, there is no longer a name."
-Scar, Fullmetal Alchemist
I look you in the eye, my Lord, and I ask how it is that this little lamb has strayed so far from your path?
I hold no love for you under any name, the Christian God, called Him and Yahweh and Jehovah and Jah and Jesus Christ himself. I watch as fools lie down their lives for a barren truth, devoted and deceived. At least I credit those darling pious... truthfully, we're quite alike. They have the power to commit, as do I. I wonder sometimes, for although I am no follower, if I am even more of a believer than that man in his priest-cassock (his cock still sore from the schoolboy).
I refuse to stand on the sidelines between the sinners and the saved, I hate all of you who claim to believe but do not follow your own religion! I would rather bend my head to expose my neck than quaver in a half-bow, dancing between "spiritual" and "agnostic", these terms which were made up for the weak and indecisive.
I am a creature who has fallen into the cycles of betrayal, lust and gluttony. I have felt madness on a level which most will never glimpse. I have held refuge with the rest of the tempters and devils and I am risen now, my blinding halo has returned.
My name is Abaddon. My name is Apollyon.
And I am the angel who will open the gate to the abyss, the abyss which will bring about the destruction of mankind.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment