Wondering at the madness
this world dying under my feet
and here I stand rejected
my broken wings tattered in defeat

God I can't do good without being cursed
and my kindness will go unnoticed
this curse of a good heart black
the time I wasted resisting the attacks

Let mortal cities fall
let death come gently
and the solar wind that called to me
I know will take me back home again

I am just an object
I am just about alive
but with you I am holy
and in my faith, I do survive


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris