Speak thou you’re so spoken of
Reek of truth so that all your love
Doubts you enough to call you a liar
So beautiful, this sound from above
That always reaches out
When the heavens drop wildfire.
Angels fall,
When they face the night sky,
And be that as it may, they call
For the one and only track
That will ever call them back,
And so did I.
Time was to no avail
And so you’ve spent yours
Watching these petty lives of ours
Laughing at our ending hours
While setting sail
On your path of imortal lore
Whenever you found our tendency
To misplay with the time we’re given,
To misjudge our own misery,
To mislead those who led us to wisdom
To mistreat those who care for our freedom
To mishear our life-ending song,
You found us, where you now belong.
Hear thou you’re so heard of
Reek of lies so that all your hate
Doubts you enough to call you truthful
So hateful, this sound from the ground
That never reaches out
And whether it's lower or higher
There will come a date
When the heavens drop wildfire.
H. Aleixo
People can sometimes tell amazing stories that make so much sense or educates us so much that they can last for a millenia and still be believed, take The Bible as the best example.
From the perspective of a non-religious person like me, I wanted to tell a slightly different version of this story of how the Devil came to be, my version of a time when the devil was supposedly an angel who fell from the sky and who fell in love with our mortality and the various ways we wasted our small lifetime, things that would later be called sins. So he decided to stay with and every one of us. Hope you like this poem ;)