When angels cease to fall to earth
And our light no more touches the sky
We must, as a race, know then
That all in our world has gone awry
Will we then change our wretched ways
Will we hark the signs that are beckoning
Or will we hurtle forevermore
Towards our day of reckoning
We never seem to know the way
We don't see ruin till amongst us it crawls
We see instead only petty gains
The worthless filth that thus enthralls
I pray to see the dawn one day
When i can the fruits of life enjoy
When angels again fall to the earth
And our light doth touch the sky
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