Here he comes with head held up high,
His hues locked on my form, intensified.
I must show him my respect, because my detest, he should not detect.
And to detect such will only reflect egregious dialect.
He owns the crown of Ravens on his head.
And now that he has returned, I will forever drink out of the cup of lead.
What am I, if not dust?
And why should I listen to you if you are not the just, but instead; the corrupt?

Please, just shut the **** up.

Your insessant irrelevant words mean nothing to me, do you understand?
And thus, you've become nothing more than just shell of your original self.
..how bland.

Why must I prove myself to the hearts of men, when I already proved myself to the hearts of earth and sky?
Must you take your deeds to the sky and leave me here to die?
Tearing my own skin, I have been; to appease those who are nothing more than mere distortions.
The one with the crown of Ravens, when will you come and make amends?
Am I not sufficient enough to bend?

I know the result to such a bond.
An angel and a human...never to abscond.