Good Riddance.

I milked the other side for all it was worth. he told me it was okay, but He told me otherwise. I listened to the voice that was loud, abrasive, and persuading. Had I known that He would complete me, and annoint me in the ways He has until this day, then that loud voice would have easily been forgotten. However... that voice became my voice of reason. And for that, I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I stand here alone and I can see the bottom... the bottom of this forsaken pit. I grow closer to solid ground and the temperature drops sharply to a bitter five below. Cold sweats and blue fire will encase the rebirthing. you. you put me here. you don't act in my favor. you give me nothing. you tear me away from my reality. I find the satisfaction you were meant to promise in criticizing those who follow you so closely. I can't wait to see one of them lose touch with you and watch the whole train spiral out of control. The fall will be so filling. I can taste the confusion that they will face, for I too have sipped from this cup of false conviction. When they sever from your grip, I will be so quick to offer them what I have found elsewhere. The sheer purity that I have found will blind and sicken them, so they may be quick to detest the use of it as a stem pack to reawaken what went dormant before the essence of thrill was blown fervently in their direction. you have nothing. you are a leech on the belly of something so much greater. The blood is perfect but you continue to taint it with your unwanted penetration of the skin. Go back to that endless abyss and be taken away by the gross osmosis that brought you into the people that I love. So often did I dance with you in the past for you were so tempting. I looked you in the eye and felt to high. So incredibly high. High on sin. Who were you to blacken me? Laugh now, for you are the joke. your sycophants, your right hands, your bravado and your cronies... they will all fall away as I did. They will realize that HE offers the blessings that you will never fathom. Never... never again will you get the best of me. The one you tapped so deeply into, he died. He is long gone. But I don't mourn his loss. He evolved beyond your expectations and will one day rise and be welcomed home. He will be questioned for giving in to you, but forgiven nonetheless.

you don't deserve this much credit. you never will.
Active transport of hate and love will leave you shriveled.
Shriveled, cold, left behind; what you have written for yourself.

you wouldn't change.
you wouldn't loosen.

So I detached from you.