Now We Are Borne

Lost am i pondering over thoughts lost in lines faded in legend. Before like a belive o the jews so sealed was my faith accepting all without question beliving without thinking. Authors and pens wrote the tales mortals and angels gave it a name. "the beautiful ones are not yet born" i dare to doubt like a religious rebel rise i in revolt. I belived once in the written pages but now i see what lies in our ages darlings and dears with perfect smiles,such cherubic faces. I behold with every passing day new brand of mortals striving forth with each set of crystaline teeths and when they walk? Ah well measured feet. I see our angels in the skin of girls and ladies our gods and lords in clothing of youthful men i see those witten words fading away and a new dawn paving its way. If factually were those words "the beautiful ones are not yet born" i defy them,for now we are borne or still dare i but to ask, what then are we?