Disclaimer (kind of) :
This poem should not be taken as symbolism for any religion or community. This poem is not meant to clash or argue with anyone's beliefs. This is a story I heard, liked and manipulated in my own way.
I fell from the seven skies,
To the seven rings of hell
I fell from deep blues,
To the dark sea of depth
I fell for seven days,
Watching the sun rise and set
I watched the worlds,
Taking births, embracing death
I fell from grace,
With my soul tainted black
I fell from heaven,
With my wings torn apart.
But now,
The white turns black,
Readying for a long flight.
Every time I try,
I fall back down
Every time I rise,
Something pulls me down.
As I look upwards
The blue just the same as it always was,
The angels, unaffected by a departure.
It dawned,
That world was no longer mine.
So I made one of my own.
If I can't reach heaven
I'll raise the hell.
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