VERSE I When I opened my eyes, I was met with the burning ring of Sol Flared; burning my retinas. My wings were singed.
VERSE II I was bound. The mortal bonds of Gaia had been placed around my wrists; My ankles, locked and tethered, did not allow me to fly.
VERSE III Here I sit, waiting. Watching. For my chance. My chance to return to that Holy Light, The Place Where There Are No Troubles. St. Peter calls to me from his post.
VERSE IV What am I to do to gain my re-entrance? Forgive alongside Michael, the Best of Us? No. I will fight alongside Gabriel; Flaming Sword held-high. I will purge the Wicked from this place. Allow me, please Father, to return.