Abstention is what they seek for the out casts.
Astronomical interaction.
They dismally want you to succumb.
Crowded streets for the rats to eat.
The path to escape is set.
Climbing the sky is the hardest feat,
But somewhere out there is a soul that can’t.
Their wings only do enough for the righteous,
And they all follow like ants.
Unsure and out of place they’re spineless.
Worthy of divinity they insulate the pathway.
Their future so alone; but
drag them out like a lepered tyrant,
so they won’t poison the entitled.
Misfit, Angel.