I am struck by the realization of my false reasoning

The cause for misfortune which rests in my arms

Arms which destroy abruptly, coarsely, wickedly

What is good and pure in this world

That which was yet unfouled I have tainted through schemes

And now the purity of souls is tarnished irrevocably

Fear me, I am the bringer of death and destruction

The angel of death whose wings shroud the sun

Fear the angel whose reasoning has slaughtered virtue in my brother

Corrupted minds and tainted souls

Ended lives in a sharp cacophony of chaos like the falling

Of millions of feathers that covered us in darkness

I am no angel

And now I realize what he told me was truth divine

Too wise beyond his years in childhood, I scoffed

But now I see.

Brother, can you ever forgive me?