This was written around 1998 when I was in NJ to see my brother. I wrote it thinking of the way I felt towards the US. I had lived my life in Korea for all my life, and came to the US for the first time in 15 years (1997). With my halfbred heritage, the US was supposed to be my homeland, and I felt none of the sort. The dreams and aspirations I had held towards America was far greater than she could handle. I felt that answers were not given, yet more so taken away.

On a side note, there is a common misunderstanding that Lucifer is Satan. Well he is not. It was merely misread Isaiah 14:12 states, "how art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning." The apostrophe was to denote Nebuchanezzar. Authors of the Old testament knew nothing of fallen angels and their names back then, but only knew that God had charged them of folly. The name Lucifer was equated with Satan by means of St. Jerome. Lucifer is merely an angel of light, the morning star that brings upon to us the dawn. I thought he'd be perfect to use in this piece, what with all the "misinterpretations" going on.

Azrael is the angel of death, forever writing and erasing in the Book of Life.