The fall of an angel
The fall of a man
We could never be Jesus
Or understand

The heart in a human
In the angels hand
The evil genius
Revenge for the plan

The fall of paradise
Pain in sad
The air you breathe
Is Gods breath

As his seed grows
In the rised breast
The fruit trees
In the soils flesh

His Son shines
In the East and West
While the North and South
Poles spin

The fall of midnight
And the dark within
Lives the fall of creation
In Homosaphiens

I'm just a bad seed
And you look like me
Growing the dirt
From the dusts feet

The fall of my face
In the eyes teeth
Short of the glory
My God sees

You look like me
In the mirrors beam
Like the moon
Reflecting the suns dream


The fall of the day
The fall of the night
Always lands on the fate
Of a mans life