In league with painted angels
Enfolded visage scarred
From catapults of stars
We are fallen
On fabricated leaflets
These borrowed pagan hearts
And accidental wars
We are fallen
Disfigured in appearance
Majestic though we are
The oracles are marred
We are fallen
Abandoned to our bleeding
Our wings so torn apart
In agony of art
We are fallen
vampireweather 
discription of pain and its beauty. very lovely peice
Thank you!
Powerful poem, and very well expressed…indeed we are fallen!
Thank you very much!
Very nice and strong
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this becomes another of my favorites from your poems. doom and despair, the fall of humankind bleeds through every word. epic.
I seem to be bound to doom lately. It articulates itself to me daily, so I try to return the favor 🙂