Rags -- revised

holding on to illusions trying to make it through fevered dreams reflect fantasies scattered threads permeate reality this state of delusion a symptom of the confusion calling from the void the angels shone with silver their furs stuffed in a sack lying upon cloudtops but ignorant of their rags seeking to reach the sky he thought he could fly but those born soaring never needed to try holding on to illusions trying to make it through fevered dreams reflect fantasies scattered threads permeate reality in silent despair dragged down to hell broken by breathless prayer seeking salvation the holy creation unity of man was there ever a plan?