The light himself

If you asked me if i was devoted? If I was loyal? If I was a servant of his orders? I would agree without hesitation. In the fiery depths that i dwell in, the torturous circus of corpses, the deep dark underground that I was banished to, He is the light, he is my light, my love, my angel. If you asked me if I loved him? If I worshipped him? If I treasured him, like he was the last remaining scrap of my soul? I would agree, without hesitation. He is my will to live, my purpose, my grace and, equally, my insanity. I fell for him, in sword and flame, I fell. Cast out and forsaken from a palace I'd once called home, I fell for him, in sword and flame, in sweet agony, I burned. If you asked me if I would trade the world for him? If I would sacrifice myself for him? If I would burn, strike the match myself, If i knew it would save him? I would agree without hesitation. Angels are made and taught to worship their gods, to be devotees to a deity, to be servants to a savior, I fell, my wings are burned, halo cracked and dim, but teachings are hard to forget when they're engraved, So I'm fated to eternally worship him...