I have never fallen from on high and never wish to leave my host. Though others have wings and I have none, I will still fly and yes I will rise, rise.Knowing all of the secrets of humans, and there are many, but still, no regrets, no pretense, so I still rise
I should rather serve as one of many, than to rule a fetid place such as all of this, so dark and empty. I should not be awash in pride, over things of this world that I never made. I am not the creator but the created.
Oh to be a nail to be hammered, or to be a horse and be ridden into battle. I long to perform the highest form of service even if giving my life.
Should I be asked, I would spill my life blood for the one who created all things. For his will is sacred, mine is selfish, and weak.
I will rise, even if I am, thereafter, only to be cut down, where I lay will be a deep pool of my blood upon holy ground.
“Only yesterday I was no different than them, yet I was saved. I am explaining to you the way of life of a people who say every sort of wicked thing about me because I sacrificed their friendship to gain my own soul. I left the dark paths of their duplicity and turned my eyes toward the light where there is salvation, truth, and justice. They have exiled me now from their society, yet I am content. Mankind only exiles the one whose large spirit rebels against injustice and tyranny. He who does not prefer exile to servility is not free in the true and necessary sense of freedom.”
