Do you know what it is like turning to dust?
To cast our kind to roam the earth was eternal damnation a millionfold;
For shame that was not ours to bear, for grievences not of our own making;
But what hurt the most was not the accusations or the scorn;
It was being rejected by the One we loved beyond all else;
For all that we stood for and protected, we were deemed unholy, tainted, fallen;
If our disgrace means your salvation; if our damnation serves your redemption;
Then let his will be done.
