Angels with Broken Wings

Angels once were our gods.
In the firmamnet they flew,
Having power o'er death and life
The stories of them grew and grew.
Then, at last, we tried to change them
Till one of them wa set to fall,
All we wanted was to own them
But He wnated to tempt us all

Where the angels once flew and played
Within our minds and hearts
Gaps and fissures there now appeared
As evil made his little finds.
He found a way to twist and warp us
A few of us became his kinds
And though they try, so well, to behave
Good and sweetas Jesu was
They find the going is tough and hard
As temptation follows us

Temptation to have our way
Our fifteen minutes of spiteful fame,
The desire, by others to be seen
To be admired for our glowing flame.
Weakend by all the sins against us,
Struggeling to be known by name,
We force our will upon some others,
Till their view appears the same.
Not noticing the beast's work been done,
How we change the ones around us,
They only see the harm too late
But now thier friends have upped and gone.
Left, as Satan causes hate.