You are flawed by design
a creation with no foundation seemingly untouchable
gliding above the heads of common men
Blood dripping from your crown of thorns
Ignorant to the nature of the beast you created
How i eagerly await for the day i can tear off your wings
An angel among men, earn your just reward -
The cries of the desperate and despondent stinging
your ears
your eyes subject to the minefield of human suffrage
Your soul blistered and burnt
watching those you killed kill you
A lamb to the slaughter.
