Fallen Angle

as pisces prevailed over it's heavenly vail,
i fell from heaven into a new shell
under a spell cast by the
presence of my past.

given a mask to hide my true face,
a masqurade for the human race.
chasing lime and lights
afraid of the night
or what just might come from up under
a rock of such a somber color;

only to discover, I'm just another being
embodied in clay,
wrecking creation 'cus I'm to impatient
to waste my time away
here in the pit where I sit and still
unaware of it.

misinturpreting what those verses meant,
mistranslating the word that was sent.
the Bible has become a condiment
placed on display; just an ornament.

I swore that i would go to church
but, on weekends i work.
the rest of the time i search
for any sight of my worth.
when i'm simply water and dirt
only i feel pain and hurt.

side effects to the curse
of a cananite birth.
the offspring of mother earth;

a seed planted by greed, nurtured by sin;
wars raging in my mind
no clue which side will win.
my descent as a fallen angel
left me in a web of worldly ways
the same ol' thing just a different day.
before i go to sleep and attempt to pray
does he even hear the things i say

must i remain a fallen angel