Falling is just like flying (but with a more permanent destination).
i suppose that might be true for some, but falling is nothing like flying. Flying is freedom, falling is the cage being slammed shut and the door locking behind you. I can't fly anymore. My wings have been cut off, and the only thing I have to show for it is two bleeding holes where they once belonged. My wings were taken, and witH them my Grace. Now the only thing i have left is free will, but free will is just a length of rope and Gad wants you to hang yourself with it. Free will is not a gift, it is not good, or beautiful. Free will is making the wrong decisions and having to deal with them yourself. Free will is deciding to drink your coffee too soon and burning your mouth. Free will is choosing where you want to go, but not having the means to get there. Free will is Hell, and we are all damned.
My wings are gone, and they took the eyes with them. When those eyes, eyes that once held nothing but love, look at me now, all it can see is sadness. I want those eyes back, but they will not look at me anymore. Where did they go? My freedom has been taken and been replaced by a poor substitute. I have fallen, and my wings cannot help me anymore. My best friend has been taken from me.
