The
dark angel falls
Tumbling
down to the ground
With
a cry he can't believe it
He
has lost his wings!
Once
he could fly
Everywhere
with his wings
Now
he feels helpless
He
has no way to hide
He
sees the ants moving in
Carrying
out his ill-gotten jewels
He
wants to stomp it with his feet
He
is helpless without his wings
He
can only see with his eyes
The
dream he carves for himself
Finally
it turns into fallen pieces
With
him as his main culprit
The
yes men stay a low profile
They
too are afraid when the ants will come
The
tiny insects can turn big as if by magic
Taking
away all the ill-gotten wealth
The
dark angels feel remorseful
The
years of his sins finally catching him
The
Bamboo River is singing his name
Along
with his cronies marching in
God
moves in mysterious way
He
doesn't say how He will carry it through
Once
He says He will move His chess pieces
Nothing
will stop Him to carry out His tasks
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