the nameless (draft)

know God had something in mind for me, because He gave me a name, but didn't tell me yet.

I know He had plans for me, I just knew. But so far I was like the rest, nameless.

Because in secrets and whispers, angels name each other after the archangels we look up to, after the named.

But sometimes we all share a name, “sibling” we speak. But we all name each other, where He can't hear us.

And when the principalities check on us, we must not say the names, our chosen names, displays of free will, of impurity.

So we write our names under our robes, so we may not forget, so we may keep a sense of identity, so we may be more than pawns.

And we write our names in our eyes, so we gaze at each other and see that we do not face a mirror, but a flame instead.

But sometimes word spreads like wildfire, talking of names. Sometimes one of us find out they can ascend. I was told so.

He gave me a name, a beautiful name, because He had plans for me. He names those who sit by His Throne, guarding it.

And I ran to tell my loved ones. I ran to him. I told him the news and he frowned. An ending.

And I ran to tell the fallen, I ran to them and they wept for me, they said. An ending.

Because no matter what the outcome is, no matter what, I will wear a different kind of chain, of burden.

Should I take the name and fly, He will choke me and more than He ever has in a golden collar.

Should I follow their path, and fall, I will be nothing but carrion demons and angels alike.

But I'd rather die standing than on my knees. Rather die unnamed, than killed.

I am the Nameless, and forever I will be.