Fate

The Fallen,

Roots of heaven,

Withered off the lanes.

Mankind had a chance,

But without seeing it's parched they ascended up.

Many headed up,

But dead and no more,

Only because of their moron proposals.

The ones left had a better recommendation,

But the roots had descended off now,

Because of the great burden, it was bearing for years.

Characters rosed like weeds,

But was sprayed off by pesticides called truth.

The heavenly king was honest and trustworthy,

He never accepted any wanderer in his pure home.

Along the mob was one who was blind,

His eyes were torn by the lie.

His hand were broken by bad advice,

His body was burnt by the fire of anger.

This was the punishment,

Hence lay the sentence.

Thy wish remain fulfilled,

Our life seems cultured.