The Fallen Angels

We were sent there,

To help the helpless,

With love and compassion.

There, we met them;

The ones who were coveting,

With the facade of love and compassion.

With faces so ostentatious,

They had stolen the purpose,

Bestowed upon our life.

Chaos and lies spread;

The innocents failed,

To discern who was true,

And who wasn't.

Love, no there was, but lust.

Compassion, no there was but hatred.

For every piece we put back,

They crumbled a hundred.

Tired we were,

Being outnumbered.

Tired we were,

Being—ironically—the helpless.

Tired we were,

Being as lonely as a sparrow in the rain.

As days passed,

Amidst the orb brimming with the sinned,

We did behold,

All of the seven in less than seven.

Having lost the purpose,

We left,

For we were the fallen angels.

- Mitu