The Desecendant

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The moon shines bright..as i lay down my wings..

i pray to thy lord for mercy for what i am about to do..

i look at my home towards the sky as i see rain falling from it..i knew who it was..

i have given up my powers for this world to cherish..yet this world remains in turmoil

i do not understand why..for was it the mankind had been risen from ashes...

my heart does not forgive this pain yet my mind tells me to guide these rebels..

i..i owe him my life for he has made me like this..of..fire..

i wish to understand..to comprehend but yet i have so many questions for him..

i wonder will he give me a chance..will he seek audience with me..

i will remain here..waiting for a purpose to know what i would do..

will i be a servant of god..

or will always remain his...descendant.