Feathers was all that fell around him, pure white and innocent. what kind of monster would taint these innocent feathers, pure as freshly fallen snow.

wind was nowhere around and sky endless white as his body was caught on fire.

you are not evil nor good, not light nor dark, sweet or bitter. you are both sides of the coin. you're in between like sea shells in sand and water of the shore. you are the purest thing to exist and the most tainted to ever walk on the lands of heaven or hell. you have a soul as big as the universe yet you have no soul at all. you are a taboo in every logic or common sense, your name known by all yet you are nameless. you are my battle sword and you are my enemy's bullet . you are my instrument of war , my little angel of death. you are eternal like me and everywhere like the air we breath. end the suffering the world is struggling in, stop its wails of pain and sorrow,  wipe its tears and sing it to sleep my nightingale. Let it be your last song, lullaby of the end. open the gates of heaven to the tortured souls and bring then to their rightful place. short the bad from the good and remove the rotten apple from my garden.