Fallen Angels

I'm in a land full of fallen angels, all trying to fly with broken wings bruising their feet...running... but never lifting up off the ground and their tear, scream loud creating blood bath, become destructive to them self. trying to avoid the question of, WHY? Why have we fallen from grace? this land that feels like home, beauty all around but i have been blinded by the fog that covers the sky and distracted by the smell of death thats why each breath seems harder to take, but i take it, i feel i deserve this life... no matter if its reward or punishment! sometimes i wonder if i'm like them? am i running with burning wings...? where is this land i'm in? and who left me here in the middle of nowhere, where they have created hell in the process of trying to recreate heaven. am i lost, just waiting to be found? should i continue to try to take flight, but how will i ever get home in a land full of fallen angels where nobody knows the directions...