I am an empty wreck. Made in his image but not alike, A servant.
Obedient to one master. My body is a shell and I am ready to absorb
him. Now I see the plan. I see the magnitude of devastation. The
Creator summons me. And I want to be his food. I am humming his tune.
I am looking at the world though his eyes. I drink the blood of his
enemies and taste the rotting bodies. I feel the sin sprouting under
my skin. I hear screams in my head. I hear them calling me. I hear the
calling of the ones that through him have already found their eternal
shelter. Free them my lord. Free them and take me instead. Fulfill
your revenge. At the hour of my death. An army of angels comes out
from the orange light. Their song is made of one powerful voice. I
feel their presence. Their twisted faces. Their black eyes drilling
into my consciousness. They demand to finish the work. His presence is
overcoming me. So poor and defenceless... What have they done to you?
What harm? There is a place. You were there and so was I. A huge gate.
And the Creator hidden behind it. Only those few who touched him could
understand. But you could. You understood. And I understood through
you.