Giddeon

Auth note: the asterisks separate their thoughts~

Fly through the centuries alone past Babylon, hence discovery is more than mystery’s tell, a lore numerical to count my passions levitating.
Spotless reason for how I’ve lived, and while I’m wed to the One World who will never leave me.
Long will I adapt to hear her laughter and know my tears to never once compare. With every breath I love her...

Guardian angel suits me, my any given task as much I will adore. And as my next son is called into arms then must I in any guise he’ll take me.
His pain must become my own or whether it stay as dark the haunts fed off war nigh my own horror, left for selfless depravity to clear his own din.
My marrow felt the cold of which he scribed, his life and my transit, delirium unto an already clouded reality I become...conscious whilst he breeds in fear.
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Cold hands this winter blamed, and leather skin my sword has done. Bruised my hardened tender a boy hath come. New a man his days of blood.
Myths left of all our torment, to calm as someone else\'s.
No longer boys we once said...

But what is this? A foundling inside my head? Listening to my thoughts.... Have I dejected god and he’s left my name? Will Hell accept me for my deeds hath done? Can I, whilst those over me triumph over each kill I ill judge live? What of humanity depraved, hereto, before me?
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Ye see me now, and I am far afraid of Hell as degraded thee Blasphemer. Then not so close thee say a lowly demon for which as thus depraved they cannot stand my godly after taste, while to each I toss a coal for their level, quite taken by these acts their only levity *smiles*. So...now ye know, I am as much an enemy as thyself of Hell.
Name me Giddeon, before you’d give thy name O lord your faith. Where I come before nameless gladly, chosen to be part of all I run lest I ever be compared to one. The world I pride I’m one for all.
Now, if you’d see me thus accept me as I come unto ye, a man I’ve named my son..