The Fallen One

In the life of man he stands on the platform of life and in the platform of life stands the gates of hell. He looks at the gates and wonders why he is there. He shakes his head in disbelief as he holds his tongues from the daggers that blade him. He is unworthy of his kind and the unworthy stand in the line of judgement. He is not the kind of human that seeks the holy, he is the human that seeks the pain of the degragated ash. If he sets his sword to the west, then he has set his sword to the east. It is his sword that has blamed him for the pain he has caused to mankind. He is the one we speak of that has set the pain among men. His pain has no more boundaries among the men of the pure. He is the pit, he is the flame and he will not rise again.