Haure poem recounting the events of his stupid poorly thoughtout plan to save Kaida from the consequences of being a murderer.
In the mind of I , a cursed idiot decided it was best to burn away the perceived crimson sins of my runaway friend.
To commit the sin of Cain one must have a motive I know but to think of hers was unnecessary for me.
What had I been thinking about then as I stood observing my children flames devouring her victims corpses and their final resting place.
A flicker of fear comes to rip apart my heart as I gaze upon the grand purifying sight with the cries of sirens echoing in my ears.
" Shut up ," I dared to yell as the small gathering of police officers demanded for my silent surrender and the deaths of my fires .
A blonde angel wanders behind the so called servants of justice with the gaze of Cain, of God seeking eagerly for a crimson mission .
"People are unfortunate and simply unlucky at times, Rem," the angel comments to some unseen being as she writes a ledger for the false servants of justice.
Looks of confusion and words of suspicion arise from the gathered doomed false servants of justice .
Every moment that draws to a hurried close slowly shows the true nature of a grinning angel .
A simple laugh escapes the angel when the first of the pretenders falls into death's embrace.
Seeing the work of what can only be that of a God is something that leaves you falling to the ground with an overpowering sense of horror and grandiose amazement.
Unknownable stupidity had sent me on a poorly thought out path to save my murderous friend .
Revelations of the most tangible breed sent me fleeing from this angel of death.
Even if I ran it did not matter in the end for the angel tells me she knows my name and that could be my death.
The two of us silently decided to make the dead pretenders an offering to my growing children flames.
Only she smiles and laughs as we come to watch this grand purifying sight.
Both of us eventually come to the point of tears as the realization that we have committed the sin of Cain settles upon our minds.
Unknownable dread seized my heart as I observed the weeping angel lovingly holding the black notebook of death close to her heart .
Regret surprisingly never ventured into my realm of muses when I dare think upon my idiotic plan to save my friend and the events that followed.
Never In a million years did I think this purifying sight would be massacred by the world exploding around us due to foreign influences .