I wonder.

I'm beginning to realize, how misguided and lost these mortals really are. It's honestly quite sad and it makes me want to weep. I get fed up with them but then when I sit down and think, I can't help but feel bad. Sometimes, I feel really old and then I realize, how much older I am compared to these mortals. They're so young... so easily swayed and corrupted. It's truly sad. No matter how much we beg and we plead, no matter how much we bleed and try for them, it's sometimes just not good enough. They've truly lost their faith and have lost the path to light. The path to good. The path to Him, our Father.

I can only imagine how He feels. He must sit up in Home, watching over these mortals. I bet He can only shake His mighty head and want to weep at how truly misguided His children are. I can almost feel His sorrow and disappointment. I feel it too, Father. I really do. So, while You're weeping, I'll be weeping along with You.

What is wrong with humanity? I can only begin to wonder if we can truly save them. I feel the End drawing near and I want to curse at how we're running out of time. There's too many to save, too many eyes to open. Damn it, I just don't know what to do sometimes. I know that there are some that I cannot save and it makes me want to cry. It makes me want to scream, to throw, to bleed, to beg, and utterly sob and shout, 'why? Why can't I save them?'

And then I realize, Morningstar must be so smug. I know he's so bitter and full of hate, but I can't help but pity him. It was always my weakness to believe and see the best in someone. I'm far too caring and compassionate. How could I feel pity and other feelings towards this much older once brother? I know it's dangerous, but I cannot help but feel like this.

I'll cling to Father though and say prayers for these mortals. I'll try my damned hardest to save as many as I can. I'll comfort as many children as I can. I'll cradle as many babies as I can and sing to them. I'll try my hardest to lead this world back to light.