A/N: This is just something I thought up in the past couple of days, and I'm uploading it here to get some feedback on it. If people like it, it stays, and if not, it'll be revised until people like it.

From the Surface of Things

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I'm slipping from my pedestal,
My halo's cracked, twisted, broken on the floor.
What could I have done, to lose the grace of God?

I'm slipping, slip-sliding.
I'm falling, just drifting away
From the surface of things.

I'm falling down to Earth,
My wings are bent, torn, useless as I plummet.
What could I have done, to lose the sight of Truth?

No mortal bless'd am I,
Or angel will I be.
No death will be mine,
Or life will I see.

I'm sliding beneath the waves,
My robes are drenched, ripped, stained.
What could I have done to lose my faith in Love?

I'm slipping, slip-sliding.
I'm falling, just drifting away
From the surface of things.

I'm drifting down beneath,
My heart is blistered, bloody, betrayed.
What could I have done to lose belief in me?