i. The angels are screaming. Their falling from their heavenly arks, tumbling, tumbling down. Halos twisted and wings aflame. What are they screaming for: mercy or justice?
ii. Do you cry for these beings, these rulers thought to be superior? Is there any sympathy for the dealers of our fate? Blasphemy echoes the angels cries.
iii. The sky is an intricate purple. Only a few are mourning the angels. There is no sympathy for the holy beings who left them empty promises.
iv. Some think it was the devil who created this chaos, but maybe it was the people.
