A/N: All for the love of Fuuma…
To a God unknown does thy faithful servant
send his warmest greetings.
To a God unaffected does the undersigned wish
the greatest of felicities.
To a God unloved does he present to you
his case, in his own words.
Do not try to blame me for the burned cities I leave
in my wake—
They refused to step down and out
of my way.
Do not try to condemn me for the destruction
of men—
The choice was theirs, and theirs alone.
Do not, above all others, say I have lost my mind
I am doomed anyway.
You say I am a killer
Though who has killed more
Without a doubt
Without a face
You or me
My visage stands out clearly and is etched in blood
You say I am only a copy of one
Though who has tried to copy more
Who has tried to be
Unlike themselves
You or me
To my knowledge I am still unassimilated
You say that, because of me
The innocent of this world have departed
I say to you: all those true unaccountables
Are long gone, with their light
In luminous recollection, you are only a shadow.
I am not the bringer of the end
I am not Death
I would not exist if you had not brought me upon yourselves.
A/N: Want an explanation? Well you've got it…
Fuuma is an interesting character, to say the least, which is part of the reason why I like him so much, and I wanted to make a fic that would sort of sort out all the things he must be feeling inside of himself, what with all of his split personalities—best friend one moment, killer the next, sex maniac tomorrow, and the duty and responsibility that must come with being an "angel" of God overshadowing all throughout. And to make it seem more realistic this fic is written from his point of view.
Although his monologue is addressed to God, Fuuma isn't only talking to him. He's also talking to everyone else, all the people he's hurt or killed or maimed, and even though it might not make sense I think he's also talking to himself ^^;;
I took the liberty to borrow some phrases from some other authors in writing this poem. The phrase "to a God unknown" is the title of a book by John Steinbeck, while the phrase "in luminous recollection" is from a short story by Grace Paley.
I don't own either of these phrases and have used them without the authors' permission, so sue me. XP
