Castiel's p.o.v
Stagnant, you are a red dead sea. Covered in lent, your life is up for rent.
Your thoughts and body language are very hard to read. You head off in
a new direction. A wooden cross bears your name. Crucifixion is the title
of this cruel game. Nothing is ever permanent, not even this long pregnant
pause between us. If I promised to be your friend until kingdom come, would
you say I was sent from heaven? Would you make my heart to be your home?
If the saints hit the ground running and tore down your cement walls, would
you care enough to help Rome or Jerusalem back on her feet? Stagnant,
you are a red dead sea. I sing a lament and lite a candle in your honor.