A/N - I should probably give this a fluff warning considering I wrote this
instead of a Science report I was supposed to be writing ^_^;; (I decided
Farf was more interesting) Also considering that it's Farf, this should
have a warning on religious content - from Farf's POV - if you find this
offensive I suggest you stop reading here. This was a bit of an
experiment.I really like reviews so please R & R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss etc. I'm really broke right now so please don't sue me for borrowing the characters!
Dear Erin,
It's been a while since we've seen each other but to be honest, it pains me to think of you too much. I remember very little of you, but what I do remember is moments in my life I would rather forget. My memories of you are painful, so gut wrenchingly painful - it's ironic really, that you, one who played a part in my inability to feel pain, is the only one able to hurt me. On second thoughts maybe it's justified, yes, your ability to harm me is justified.
God, God caused you to harm me, turn me into the ruin that I stand as today. I can never think of you without hatred and pain until I have settled my score with God. Until my hands have spilled so much blood that it cascades from His eyes in His tears. Making everything He sees crimson. No rose coloured glass world, no. A crimson world dripping with sin.
Maybe then Erin I will return to you. Then maybe the ghosts and demons of the past, the terrible past that HE CAUSED, will finally be laid to rest. Or perhaps they will still haunt me until I see His crying face for myself. That thought alone gives me peace, perhaps the only thing that does.
Erin, no-one else truly knows the feeling I hold for you. Anger and hatred hold my heart in dark claws, but I can only trace that back to one source. You. You and He are intertwined, I cannot think of one without the other. Either way I cannot hold you dear any longer, until your ties with Him are severed.
Erin though you are a part of me I will not allow you to restrict my work. You alone must truly know what drives me on, you alone will know my true goals. All anyone else will see is a madman; bloodthirsty and merciless.
Insanity, it is a good masquerade for me, don't you agree Erin? Because in a way I am crazy. Crazy to see Gods pain, Gods tears, Gods agony. That glorious day when the angels trumpets fall silent and the whole world will hear His sobbing. Then He will truly understand what He has done to me. What pain He has caused me. He will see that He has no control over his creations.
Such sweet thoughts now of what will be a far sweeter victory. So, Erin, I will return to you but not until my work is done.
Jei
A/N - I should probably point out for those who either a) haven't realised or b) didn't know in the first place. 'Erin' is a poetic term for Ireland. If you liked it please review, if you didn't like it please review anyway! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss etc. I'm really broke right now so please don't sue me for borrowing the characters!
Dear Erin,
It's been a while since we've seen each other but to be honest, it pains me to think of you too much. I remember very little of you, but what I do remember is moments in my life I would rather forget. My memories of you are painful, so gut wrenchingly painful - it's ironic really, that you, one who played a part in my inability to feel pain, is the only one able to hurt me. On second thoughts maybe it's justified, yes, your ability to harm me is justified.
God, God caused you to harm me, turn me into the ruin that I stand as today. I can never think of you without hatred and pain until I have settled my score with God. Until my hands have spilled so much blood that it cascades from His eyes in His tears. Making everything He sees crimson. No rose coloured glass world, no. A crimson world dripping with sin.
Maybe then Erin I will return to you. Then maybe the ghosts and demons of the past, the terrible past that HE CAUSED, will finally be laid to rest. Or perhaps they will still haunt me until I see His crying face for myself. That thought alone gives me peace, perhaps the only thing that does.
Erin, no-one else truly knows the feeling I hold for you. Anger and hatred hold my heart in dark claws, but I can only trace that back to one source. You. You and He are intertwined, I cannot think of one without the other. Either way I cannot hold you dear any longer, until your ties with Him are severed.
Erin though you are a part of me I will not allow you to restrict my work. You alone must truly know what drives me on, you alone will know my true goals. All anyone else will see is a madman; bloodthirsty and merciless.
Insanity, it is a good masquerade for me, don't you agree Erin? Because in a way I am crazy. Crazy to see Gods pain, Gods tears, Gods agony. That glorious day when the angels trumpets fall silent and the whole world will hear His sobbing. Then He will truly understand what He has done to me. What pain He has caused me. He will see that He has no control over his creations.
Such sweet thoughts now of what will be a far sweeter victory. So, Erin, I will return to you but not until my work is done.
Jei
A/N - I should probably point out for those who either a) haven't realised or b) didn't know in the first place. 'Erin' is a poetic term for Ireland. If you liked it please review, if you didn't like it please review anyway! ^_^