Laments Of Fallen Angels - Poem by Ray Anyasi
We sang proud in the choir of the Most High
Till the beauty serpent told us a lie.
How could we have placed on him all our trust?
On an angel with love for things unjust.
On the throne, the King sat, our case to try,
For to cast us down Michael was not shy.
We broke our wings when we crashed on earth's crust.
We struck man's heels for we fed on earth's dust.
Lo, the Lamb was sent to cause us sad sigh.
He rescued the earth and they knew not why.
The maidens of men were goodly for lust.
We made them rot, but He made them adjust.
In the sword of His tongue our fates did lie.
That to us, the portion of the last cry.
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