Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Amaurotic
Hellions and seraphs,
I no longer see since
My wings were ripped from
My back one midsummer day.
I can feel them eating
At me, like maggots as
I walk the earth like
A mortal going through detox.
Has my anima joined me?
Am I still wandering soulless?
The dregs of my life mean nothing,
They are like spit in a bottle.
In my dreams, I remember
My fractious flight and how
God chose me to wander the raucous
World like a pathetic revenant.
I know now my sins, my lust
For humanity and her green eyes
That deranged me from archangel,
To simple leech of society.
Is my lesson to learn that I
Am not the phoenix I so daftly
Thought I was, or that the winged
Don't mix with the perishable?
With the almighty playing antagonist,
I chose to smite my wings and
Burn them on the verdure ground.
In tumult, I curse the lord and begin my search.
3-1-10
I no longer see since
My wings were ripped from
My back one midsummer day.
I can feel them eating
At me, like maggots as
I walk the earth like
A mortal going through detox.
Has my anima joined me?
Am I still wandering soulless?
The dregs of my life mean nothing,
They are like spit in a bottle.
In my dreams, I remember
My fractious flight and how
God chose me to wander the raucous
World like a pathetic revenant.
I know now my sins, my lust
For humanity and her green eyes
That deranged me from archangel,
To simple leech of society.
Is my lesson to learn that I
Am not the phoenix I so daftly
Thought I was, or that the winged
Don't mix with the perishable?
With the almighty playing antagonist,
I chose to smite my wings and
Burn them on the verdure ground.
In tumult, I curse the lord and begin my search.
3-1-10
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