Oh, fallen angel, why do you weep, why do you cry? Have you lost your way, have you lost your eyes Defined by others, you can never get back into skies Now, being torn down you must forget how to fly And learn how to walk among these rats in the hellish fires
And if they see you trying to take off the ground, Theyβll tear your wings off and gnaw you to death in an instant count
dedicated to my favourite poet - Charles Baudelaire