Disintegrated wings,
Even angels fall too.
A glance up to the sky,
Caught a transcending view.
Landed on two feet,
An angel's new terrain.
Only few will sit and worship,
But most attempt in vain.
The sky was never cleared,
In fact, formations all the more.
A rabbit, a cake, an astronaut,
Even rain would still downpour.
Following in hopeful doubt,
Freedom's symbol is no chain,
Bare in mind, no change occurred,
The droplets were always acid rain.
Caught in fair deceit,
For my fault was to submit.
When glancing from the outside,
I didn't see the whole of it.
Because angels never fall,
With wings upon their back.
For a fall is cunning foolery,
And we're victims of attack.
Stuck in hypnotic values,
Our worth seemed to accrue.
But we must've forgotten the fact:
That the devil walks here too.
