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Deliver Me

Deliver me, out of my sadness.
Deliver me, from all of the madness.

Kami….his Kami, he believed in him, seeing that even as a mere servant, he was worth something. Before he found his Kami, he was cold, alone and always feeling as if he didn't belong in this world, as if something was missing. The world passed around him with maddening speed and he was left standing at the edge, watching, observing silently. Always silently, without objections he was lost in the whirlwind of life.

Deliver me, courage to guide me.
Deliver me, strength from inside me.

But then, he saw, like a ray of light straight from heaven, him. He opened his eyes and guided him towards light, giving him strength and power to do what he started as a child in school. Fight against injustice and crime. His Kami showed him the way and he eagerly followed, all the while worshiping the one that allowed him this.


All of my life I've been in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.

It all started long ago in school. He was always there to protect the weak, to support good. But he was far too weak, far too foolish to accomplish something then. He wished, hoped that someone out there was watching, preparing to help him. Over the years, he saw crimes, bloodshed and evil spread all around, but he still hoped, still believed.

Now that you're here, now that I've found you,
I know that you're the one to pull me through.

Now his life was illuminated with sunshine and no matter what, he was determined to follow his Kami everywhere, even to the pits of hell if necessary. It was all just too easy, writing a single name, and the criminal, the evil one, would perish forever, never to see the light of this world again. It was perfect, while it lasted.

Deliver me, loving and caring.
Deliver me, giving and sharing.
Deliver me, the cross that I'm bearing.

As he laid there, blood pooling around his form, he knew that it was too perfect to last forever. But he still prayed. Kami-sama was merciful, he would save him. He would….wouldn't he? No! ...such thoughts were tainting! He would not doubt his Kami.

Kami-sama knew something was wrong, and he would come…….he wished he would come, but all the while, he was prepared to die for his Kami. He would, without hesitation lay his life to Kami-samas feet.


All of my life I was in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you're here, now that I've found you,
I know that you're the one to pull me through.

He didn't, in the right sense of word, fear death. He only feared prison. Freedom was something that was hard to part with. So, as he watched another drop of blood fall from his finger to the crimson pool below him, he couldn't help but smile. All the ones that were following him, trying to take his freedom away from him, were dead. They fell, one by one, stricken by Kami-samas wrath. This was his Kamis final gift. To die for him, to die free, without bonds on his hands.


Deliver me,
Deliver me,
Oh deliver me.

His vision became blurry as another few crimson droplets stained the ground. He could not feel the pain anymore, his body becoming numb, and as his eyes fluttered closed, he saw Kira, his Kami standing before him, a white halo behind his form making him seem even more beautiful.

And even as his chest stilled and his breath faded the smile never left his lips.

Kami gave him a reason for living, a reason for death.

He was content.

Deliver me,
Oh deliver me.
Won't you deliver me.