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.
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These a great poem. Depicting life in the society
Thank you, Sam.