How did the angel poets fall
So far from grace they lost it all
For life inside of written words
Sacred rhymes and time obscured
They lusted only to create
To find their voices
Change their fate
Becoming gods
With golden tongues
Line by line their praises sung
They spoke uniquely with their names
Of loves and liars one the same
With words they won the world and then
Attained the fame of mortal men
To sadly turn their wings to quills
And write of things to cure or kill
To fill our minds with dreams divine
While stealing all our precious time
They sacrificed their Kingdom Come
For worthless words as threads are spun
Where once they reigned as beings of light
Now chained with pens to darkest night
TM DiSarro
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