Welcome to Gaia! ::

I have done things I am not proud of. I am not pure, but that does not mean I am not good. Who are you to judge me? You, who stood silently at the sidelines watching my struggle. You washed your hands of this, but the bloodstains remain. You claim no responsibility and take no blame for my failure. Yet by having the ability to help and doing nothing, you condemned me. Now that they weigh your sins against you and fate sharpens the blade, you turn to me. You plead with me, lips forming the prayers I spoke what seems so long ago. For all your begging, you are still blinded. My hand, waiting to pull you from the sea of your mistakes, ready to redeem you, stays empty. Your vanity was your downfall. It did not have to come to this. They have taken your wings, Angel. They have taken your pride.

Yay!