Souls remission fateful inquisition

A sonnet on theology

As the long weary path clearly selected as wrong I now reflect through reflection on thy dissent.

By direction I am the lost soul among the shadows reflecting on an endless battle from here I surrender and render my spirit sincere.

As the mercy to behold is for your story to be told.

Here Angels hear a tear near the Demons who gather to praise each cry as cries rise to a higher empire.

As the emperor selects and collects the lost souls to forever remain bound in his reign.

As the mortal spirits feeds the immortal needs of marching Angel's and lurking Demons forever leading the masses.