so fallen angels
if there is resurrection
wings to fly us home
some new direction
like a prayer and a poem
admittance after insurrection
simply dying alone
control after dysfunction
samples of some after tone
craftsmanship with that distortion
everything and then there is none
twisting reality into relative information
some duality with collective donations
can you imagine how it feels
determining destinations
what if we are damaged
what if we just can't heal
still there is an inclination
some of us want to resist
try to see beyond some magic seal
why must we insist
that trauma and tragedy are real
perhaps our dreams
could remake our world
perhaps it only seems
heaven and hell is what we heard
in reality we're just fallen angels
trying to grow cosmic feathers
wanting to learn to truly fly
there must be so many angles
what we see is low or high
what we know is do and try
blowing like the colour of the wind
some of us will laugh
some will cry
hoping for resurrection
praying that we never die
wanting to balance where we've been
trying to see where we're going
hoping to grow wings
so we can fly home
amongst those directional things
speaking inspirational prayers
dreaming spiritual poems

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