Sinful Angel Poem by Jesse Milligan

I've become a fallen Angel. My wings torn asunder, my skin bloody and blackened with sin. The World's sins weighing down upon my shoulders. I've truely become one worth of death...A Angel, who at long last deserves freedom from the hell Man Kind has crafted, one even the Lord and his beloved Heavenly Souls, one I once was, can not cure...Can not pull out the light from the eternal Darkness...One even Satan himself cowers from, What a death toll...
One that we'll be forced to pay, when the Lord deems it time, when the land, the Heavens, and all else are ripped from existance...Only to be recrafted by the Lord, anew. I can only pray that I too can be renewed. That I'll be healed and returned to the heavens above. Where the holy guide, spirit of all, will lead me to a more peaceful life, one where I need not try to heal the sins of my own and others..

I can only pray for resurrection...
From The Hell We've All Created...