Fallen
I fell from the sky.
A bird with broken wings,
Who can’t fly.
Humans are my prey,
In them, I hide.
Steal their souls when they die.
I don’t care if they are rich or poor.
I know they always asked for more.
And I love to fulfill their desires,
To become addicts, politicians, or deceptive liars.
My gifts are free.
All you have to do is asked me.
And in return, I asked only one favor.
To make me a resident in your house,
I don’t care to sleep on your couch.
From here I have a perfect view.
While I watch how you deceived,
Exploit, betrayed, and abuse,
Your friends, family, and spouse.
And when my work is done,
I will find a new home.
Where I will be welcome.
Copyright © Roebain Christians | Year Posted 2023
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