As an angel of death and doom, I come raining down ash.
Incessant, pained and bewildered, whines escape into the air as they smolder under my ash.
Fury unbound and yet they are bereft of fear for they do not know the fury heaven hath.
I cannot expound upon what is already ingrained into their nature, my wish is that they know the pity heaven hath.
Reminding them of their mortality, I breathe words they'd never imagined to be said.
From the many holy books read are the same voluminous w