With broken arms,
angels carry their prey;
staggering from the weight.
Melancholy faces dot,
the endless sky;
stumbling the angels fly.
Thrown away against,
nature's wicked eye;
humanity's left to strive.
Repelling darkness while,
forgetting light;
leaving only empty space in fight.
Hence angels cry,
away their guilt and sense;
rapturing souls as the world ends. |