Never wholesome.
Only unholy.
Cast out from heaven,
With naught but a thousand eye stare –
Wings aplenty,
All aflutter over my hunger for justice.
True then,
Now.
Affixing my gaze upon a species,
Grew scales,
Molt away from old selves.
Keeping the eyes,
Ditching our wings,
Smelting down our haloes.
Ditching Our Wings.
