Fallen angels are learning to fly.
Those who are alive are trying to die.
Making history in a world so dissonant
You try to be a giver but all you are is a recipient.

Collective conscience of plural poles
Sucking life through digital black-holes
Alien entities to our localised self
Every breath is crying for help

Moral dilemma of mind unsure
Creating, multiplying but really what for?
Anthropogenic hazards claiming innocent lives
As fallen angels learn to fly
But those who are dead can never be alive.

~R~