Heaven Isn't High Enough...
My father is an angel.
Don't fucking laugh, it's true.
He was a great man before he ascended to become the right hand of the Lord God. Never hurt a soul, except in defense of his beliefs, and his family. My mother loved him more than any other creature on this earth... even me. But I don't blame her.
I feel the same way.
Not just anyone gets chosen to become an angel, the instrument of Holy, Righteous Love and Fury. But my father did get chosen.
Unfortunately, it's a busy office, and we don't see him anymore. He's really quite caught up in the managing of the cosmos and humanity and such.
I mean, when it all started, there were several Houses of angels, each boasting rather remarkable numbers.
Not anymore.
Now it's just him, alone but for the Grace of the One. And y'know what else? The other angels have been gone for a long time, so there's a lot of backlogged work to do. I mean, humanity won't save itself, will you? Proved that not too long after the Lord Jesus died for your sins. But that's okay, because you can still be absolved.
That's why my dad is an angel. He's supposed to help save you people, though you don't deserve it sometimes.
God is all-forgiving, with the patience that only the Father of All Creation could possibly have. He loves you, each and every one, and will stop at nothing to see to your happiness and safety.
Yep, God loves you.
I don't.
I hate you.
All of you.
Because you are unworthy of God's love. You don't return it, and you spurn the gifts he's given you.
You fuck other men in the ass and call it Holy, you kill each other in the name of false idols and heathen god-pigs. You would steal the bread out of your children's mouths, unless your neighbor had bread you could take instead.
But that's not the only reason why I hate you fuckbags.
Not by a mile.
See, God loves you,because he's immortal, Omnipotent, and all knowing.
I'm just a boy.
Fourteen.
I don't know how to be all forgiving.
Why do I hate you? Because you took my father from me. You made my mother cry.
If you were all just a little bit more pious, and did what you were damn-well told, my father would be driving me to little-league, kissing my mother on the forehead the way he used to, and being a part of our normal, average family.
But you aren't pious. Not innocent. And you never do what you're told.
Not without having to be asked twice.
Well, I'm your second request... this blade of Holy Wrath at my side... it's your third and final request.
Sometimes I skip asking that second time, and move straight on to the third.
Because I'm only mortal.
I haven't learned how to forgive yet.
Don't fucking laugh, it's true.
He was a great man before he ascended to become the right hand of the Lord God. Never hurt a soul, except in defense of his beliefs, and his family. My mother loved him more than any other creature on this earth... even me. But I don't blame her.
I feel the same way.
Not just anyone gets chosen to become an angel, the instrument of Holy, Righteous Love and Fury. But my father did get chosen.
Unfortunately, it's a busy office, and we don't see him anymore. He's really quite caught up in the managing of the cosmos and humanity and such.
I mean, when it all started, there were several Houses of angels, each boasting rather remarkable numbers.
Not anymore.
Now it's just him, alone but for the Grace of the One. And y'know what else? The other angels have been gone for a long time, so there's a lot of backlogged work to do. I mean, humanity won't save itself, will you? Proved that not too long after the Lord Jesus died for your sins. But that's okay, because you can still be absolved.
That's why my dad is an angel. He's supposed to help save you people, though you don't deserve it sometimes.
God is all-forgiving, with the patience that only the Father of All Creation could possibly have. He loves you, each and every one, and will stop at nothing to see to your happiness and safety.
Yep, God loves you.
I don't.
I hate you.
All of you.
Because you are unworthy of God's love. You don't return it, and you spurn the gifts he's given you.
You fuck other men in the ass and call it Holy, you kill each other in the name of false idols and heathen god-pigs. You would steal the bread out of your children's mouths, unless your neighbor had bread you could take instead.
But that's not the only reason why I hate you fuckbags.
Not by a mile.
See, God loves you,because he's immortal, Omnipotent, and all knowing.
I'm just a boy.
Fourteen.
I don't know how to be all forgiving.
Why do I hate you? Because you took my father from me. You made my mother cry.
If you were all just a little bit more pious, and did what you were damn-well told, my father would be driving me to little-league, kissing my mother on the forehead the way he used to, and being a part of our normal, average family.
But you aren't pious. Not innocent. And you never do what you're told.
Not without having to be asked twice.
Well, I'm your second request... this blade of Holy Wrath at my side... it's your third and final request.
Sometimes I skip asking that second time, and move straight on to the third.
Because I'm only mortal.
I haven't learned how to forgive yet.