[Original Poetry] Fallen Angels

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FALLEN ANGELS

It made so much sense the first time
The answers embedded in the light of day
But confusion reigns supremely
When the darkness rules their ways
Wings opened to remind me
Although they work not and have never flown a day
Wandered aimlessly in blindness
Until I cast aside the words they say

Self righteous is the weak man
Who thinks himself so strong
But wound himself with the venom
Of a thousand words all made wrong
But the war is seen around me
Played out by the hands of arrogance
But projected is his inner thought stream
That has left him in the deepest trance

Armageddon is the world they long for
But it's in their soul each day
And wounded is the peacemaker
Who points out the folly of their ways
Archetypes of reason and broken fallacies
When death is just another trip to the one who dies each day

Broken wings asunder
Wrapped around what's left
And an inner gift of peace
To greet me at my death

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