One could say we all began
As Angels fresh from Heaven’s gate
Our souls still awash with God’s pure love
Not yet blemished by the touch of hate

Is it ones destiny, I ask?
When flesh and blood upon this earth
To leave behind this sweet innocence
That embodied us at birth?

Are we meant to falter?
To fall from truth’s sure path
And wander about aimlessly
In Evil’s aftermath?

Are we destined to become
Fallen Angels?

I believe this to be untrue
For even Fallen Angels can be found
And gifted forgiveness’ sweet reprieve
From the sins in which they abound

Whether it be through Christ’s pure love
Or through Buddha’s guiding light
Be it of the will of Allah
Or in the Creator’s hand of might

We need only believe in Good
And live our lives as such
Let go of the failings of the flesh
And rise above its touch

Claim your right to divinity
Spread sweet love around
And Fallen Angels shall be lifted up
To soar among the clouds

Do not believe in Fate – Make your own.

S.A.T.