The Divinity of Sin

I have fallen at your feet, with torn wings and battered body broken by sin,
I fell.
I should not have flown so near to the sun of your passion, the heat of you.
I burned.
Ecstasy and passion were the flames that consumed me and devoured my soul.
I died.
Abandoned by Spirit I embraced the body, sank into the sanctity of you alone.
I drowned.
Crystals of ice, formed by the tears of a thousand weeping angels tore my skin.
I bled.
Nearly denied the taste of you by the whims of a heartless god, I screamed aloud
I raged.
At last, I lay in your arms with my torn and bloodied wings wrapped about you.
I wept.
With care and infinite patience, you healed me that I might fly the heavens again.
I refused.
I would rather a hundred years bound to your side than a moment of unbound flight.
I submitted.
In your eyes was all the paradise I required, in your touch was my only salvation.
I loved.
Now, freed at last through my servitude, I understand the true meaning of divinity.
I have been redeemed.