Angel Tears Upon the Snow

So why is the race of man and god Ever selfish and without remorse, Why do they often stand idly by, watching as one is beaten and bruised. Mentally and physically abused. How cruel these days are. So much so the angels cry tears of silvery clear, In sympathy for what the child of the divine had received Such pain and torture that no man may understand or succeed with its suffering Woe betide the con of man to whom all chaos is ascribed. With only one main sun and the light of hundred stars. To light the way forward through the dark abyssal times When all is abandoned why does it hurt to be alone When it’s the matters of the family. How much more must I hurt. why oh why does it hurt when clearly they dont care” I ask myself this everyday Staring at life under a tree veiled in silvery tear drops.