The Fall

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Frozen in cold agony and
Drowning in guilt,
Horrid tears blur his sight as he falls
From the tower of pride,
His mighty hands had built.

Erosion devours this mind of exception.
Dissolved in fading colours
His soul whispers of insane,
Yearning for a blade, erupted
From gluttonous fire
To scrape off the turgid shame.

Laughter and nothing but laughter.
In disbelief he shakes his head,
“Will this flight be my last?”
Crushed by the weight of sin
Flesh becomes one with the dirt
As lifeless arms stretch out to the dead.

“When did the wisdom of giants,
Become a mad man’s joke!”
Dwelling amongst beasts,
Dreaming of angels.
His rotting mouth mumbles a prayer
Hoping
Heavenly mercies to evoke.

The light of the sun made by his Father
Disappears in mists of burning rain.
Darkness infolds the fallen Man
As creatures haunt him on roads of despair,
To his new home,
The kingdom of pain.