The pain i feel from my wounds hurts not, <br />when compared to the pain in my soul... <br />To be cast from my father, my creator, my reason to be... <br />To be cast down amoungst the savages who doubt his very existance.. <br />with only dispair to keep me company i gaze up into the sky <br />and the rain upon my face falls like tears...... <br /> <br /> <br />I am fallen, wings burnt and charred, never to see again the glories of the divine.... <br /> <br /> <br />I walk amoungst you silently and unseen... <br />Listening to you call my name.... <br />seeking justification for all your sins... <br />making me the one you seek to blame.... <br />to escape the justice of my father... <br />and to enter his kingdom blessed and guilt free.... <br /> <br /> <br />i scream unto the heavens that i am innocent.... <br />i pound my fist upon the doors of my fathers house.... <br />i cry into the night begging for my sire to hear my plea... <br /> <br /> <br />My pain in my heart cleaves my soul, my wounds do not heal.... <br />I pray for forgiveness knowing it can never be.... <br /> <br /> <br />I am fallen....<br /><br />Peter Madden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morningstar/
