My statement to fate

You cruel persona. How could you do such a thing? How could you lambaste innocents with your hand? What measure of evil have you wrought forth and cast this destitution of love upon God's institution

It is your cruel hand, your hand oh fate that you deny us the comfort, the genuine nature of love. Cast your rage upon me and not upon the innocents. It is not your choice to make. You have no right for the others around me to suffer. Let me be your enemy and not them. Let me drink your cup of malice, the bitter nature of your essence, which you cast forth upon them but let not the innocent bear your cup. For I am your enemy and I am their shield.

No nature of your darkness shall permeate their lives. I am your enemy. I stand against you. My body maybe broken but my soul will fight you. You shan't taint them. My wrath will undo your wickedness, my hope will raise your cover of darkness and I will not let your cruelty befall them.