
Our divine nature ceased to be.
Of angelic hosts, we sang Gloria,
desultorily departing from light's rays
We're our own beings now,
eluding escape.
In this field, we lament our fall
The mirror lies, says we did the right thing.
What makes us better than the average man?
When we had power and position and we threw it away
for humanity's "better plan".
We're only fooling ourselves.







~Pt


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