Blessed are the fallen; When time turns to dust, our wings burn off our shoulders. Even in the long departure from heaven, we seem to mesmerize the final stages of human nature. His hand, most almighty, cast down His punishment in which I suffer dearly. The road we lead ourselves to, paints the picture clearly for all to see, and at which God says and enchants," It's for your own good," to this my back ignites throwing my arms in forgiveness only to be shun out by bright ambitions, sacred to the heart. At this the fall begins and ends in earth. Only those who choose to bow to a sleeping king shall corrupt the weakened, torture the poor, break the fragile ones, and destroy the advancements in spiritual healing.
My treacherous thoughts render me of any innocence I have left of my childhood; at which times of so long ago seem so close almost tangible. So incapable of seeing the truth right in front of our eyes-bear naked- blinking would only kill a second.
In my time of dying, when I release all my darkest of secrets, the world and heaven will come together at last, in one final terrible battle completely abolishing all living beings, in a selfish act of war! That's when I'll be reborn. Pitch black feathers made of mother nature. I will rise with my fallen soldiers to take whats rightfully mine.....
My treacherous thoughts render me of any innocence I have left of my childhood; at which times of so long ago seem so close almost tangible. So incapable of seeing the truth right in front of our eyes-bear naked- blinking would only kill a second.
In my time of dying, when I release all my darkest of secrets, the world and heaven will come together at last, in one final terrible battle completely abolishing all living beings, in a selfish act of war! That's when I'll be reborn. Pitch black feathers made of mother nature. I will rise with my fallen soldiers to take whats rightfully mine.....
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