THE FALLEN
You were the body of
conflict
With a conscious
dogged by lies
And a heart haunted
by truths
Your face curved in
indignation
Offence at the
accusation
You stood to leave-
storm out,
But your feet were
rooted to the spot
The atmosphere
started to get hot.
As though by a spell
cast,
Your tongue started
to roll on
Confessing crimes
concealed
You wiped the sweat
on your brow
Your guilt out for
all to see.
Now fallen from the
peddle stone
And one all your
pride now gone
You thought yourself
a god,
Tell me,
How does it feel
being human again?
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