We were angels once...

Does the company of seraphs, hold the same regret
As these walks with demons?
Does virtue wonder, the pleasures of vice
Like those of the fallen, envy souls intact?
We sell ourselves, never appreciative of the cost
Till all humanity in us, is spent.
I recall a boy with an impenetrable heart,
And vows of love, innocent.
When flesh was a cage, all senses useless
Incorruptable, save by love.
All purity is destroyed by the virtue
It fights to uphold.
All evil is redeemed, in a moment of mercy,
And in an instant, lives are transformed
As if an entire lifetime, never existed,
Such is justice. Such are the just.
Desptie myself, despite my inhumanity
I only desire, my mother does not remember me thus.
Let the rest be laid to waste, for in my heart lies the Lord
Slain in battle.
But let not the womb, that birthed something so pure
Be stained by the blood, of the man it became.

by Haemophiliac...
...finished 18/02/09