HAD IT BEEN WE WERE TOLD

 Axenic, pristine, and sublimate was the state of our souls,

Refined, processed and light was once the condition of the hearts of men.

No dent, no mar, pure.

Like eagles we took to the deep skies,

Our wings was second to none.

Emitting and lighting up galaxies with our trail of star-dust,

Our lights was like that of a god.

But, everything changed when the Almighty decided to dispatch and assemble us on earth.

An unquestionable decision that outstrips all objections and alternations. 

If options were given,

We'd have opposed and declined,

 if it was an offer,

We would've turned it down,

We wouldn't have accepted humanity for divinity, living in a delusional abode, gnashing of teeth in poverty. 

Had it been we had a choice,

We would never chose to be fated for hardship and slavery to pride and sin.

We would never chose to be conceived, let alone birthed on a fictional universe.

 Had it been we were told,

That we would cease to live as god's,

That we would be stripped off of our wings,

That we would someday, grow old.

Had it been we were told,

That we would be detached from divinity,

That we would become humanity, bound and forever regimented by the Almighty.

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