Once chosen, touched by the heavens, in his good graces.
In this place, one can do no wrong.
Redemption. Forgiveness. A sinner transformed.
Or so they say.
But it doesn’t matter. Not any longer. Not as it is now.
I have fallen, they say. Plunged into the depths, blinded, confused.
A heathen, a liar, a selfish pedant.
Yet I am happy, I say. In good health, loved.
Can you not see? Can you not understand?
And I fear that you do not want to see, do not wish to understand.
To you, I am lost.
And nothing can be good enough.