A fortune cookie once told me, I must choose my way. It never did occur before, that it had nothing else to say.
The echoing of a voice I once knew, it bounces off my mind. Leaving me exposed and vulnerable, there's no comfort I can find.
Dip into divinity, just to find your godly right. Baffling how concepts blurred, when we all know wrong from right.
Judgment calls and everyone stares, as I kneel but never cry. Angels falter on broken wings, before they fall to earth and die.
— The End —