• As heaven opens their gates, I am first in line.
    Waiting, and wanting forgiveness, for all the sins of the world.
    Willing to die, willing to live, and willing to suffer to protect those who are not.
    The pleas, the screams, they rise up through the clouds.
    They sing songs to me, of hate and bitter cold revenge.
    As I am listening, a tear, one of pure sadness, runs off my white cheek.
    As it falls to the earth, the last bit of innocence looks up towards the sky.
    It watches as it gets closer, seeing the reflection of what the world has become.
    More people catch sight of their reflection, their tortured souls, but just can’t look away.
    The innocence stares for awhile, but realizing what it is, looks away in sadness, and pity.
    A glow of pure white rises up from the clouds and soon wings appear.
    The sight is so brilliant, but no one turns to look as fear overwhelms them.
    The innocence begins to flap its wings and take off from the ground.
    Looking down it knows what it wants and where it wants to go.
    As it joins the line the child turns to me, cries but a single tear and says, “I am willing to die”.