The serenity of divinity,
Is the path best left up high,
For the path that we follow,
Is not always the best for mankind,
For the forsaken,
The fallen,
And the devils minions,
The pathway of sin and flesh,
Is the one that we live,
As angels with clipped wings,
Ponder suicide,
It is time to decide,
Shall I live?
Or shall I die?
For the sky is but a dream,
As one of those,
Who cannot fly,
Thou are not aryl,
But yet,
I bid you good bye,
For night has not yet fallen,
On mans darkest hour,
So those who can fly,
Get one last try,
Death in beauty,
Surrounds us all,
But maybe only I,
Hear the call,
And while the devil yells,
God shall whisper,
"Damn them all".
I know the last poem wasn't that good, I tried too hard. This one hit me out of nowhere. Enjoy.