Born in the darkness of the original, whose claws tore the flesh of the innocent, whose laughter was the prayer of the fallen angels - knelt before the altar of your altar. Oh, Adam's son.

I, whose mouth broadcast only curses, whispered sacred names, burning my tongue like hot coal. I, whose nature is rebellion, humbly accepted the yoke of silence so as not to embarrass your peace.

I gave you the last light of my eyes - let them become stars in your sky. She gave my voice - let it turn into a rustle of foliage over your house. She even gave the memory of herself - let the wind carry her to the desert of oblivion.

And when you lay on the bed with Eve's daughter, know that your dreams are serene only because I drink nightmares intended for you, digesting them in my womb, like a snake swallows ashes.

I am the one who was rejected before the creation of the world. But for your sake, I began to reject myself. I erased my name from the Book of Darkness, So that your path is illuminated by angels. Accepted the loneliness of eternity - As long as your laughter sounds in this world And this is my last victory over the sky. I broke my heart so that you would live in peace.

                                                                    - 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓂