Fallen gods

Fallen gods become men.

The new swallows the old

Life in flutters; withered Fern.

Decaying deeper than we're told.

Fallen gods become men

Mere weaklings; lauding cymbals.

In their frails they seem to reign.

Like the blind leading the blinds.

Fallen gods become men

Sown and burdened with much lust

The cravings dwells within his den.

Gracing green at all cost(even death)

Fallen gods become men

Yearning deeply for help

Though he shows off strong like then

The fleeting moment bears a loud Yelp.

Fallen gods become men.

Nothing as it seems.

Can the creator make him again .

And let his true self beam!

Fallen gods become gods

After a christus touch.

Blooms like almond in spring days

Living christus life.