Fallen Angel

As the found journey forever bound by an eternity to embark upon down from the heavens as a mere mortal succumbs. As the mortal spirit enters in thru an angels breath as each mortal will amount through the count of death.

Upon the earth is fair despair with every birth and dawn to bear as each mortal death is of immortal heir. As the weaved mortal beginnings through the tree of leaves that breathes through sinning.

As the Hell fire is set a blaze through the minds eye that's defined as a divine maze unkind. As the spiritual balance tips and dips When angels and fables sit at circle tables where candles become fully lit upon divine wine they now sip.

As selected deeds he heeds its perfection and through reflection that impedes no correction forever perfect is the unbroken glass as he's spoken onto each new mass. Through the tainted hands he stands to shape a fate to only tribulate and replace the holy grace with an unholy taste so very bitter as the fallen angel is no quitter.