Feathers flying In whirls, dancing Over air.. Falling from the angels Outstretched, bleeding wings.. His flesh hangs and tears And his voice of beauty Screams.. His dreams, become One total reality.. His circle of pain And joy, becomes connected And then goes beyond either.. His fear holds him dear, But his courage rages on, Moving torn muscle To struggle against steel Bars. The needles poking forth From his crown bite deep Into his flesh. The drops of blood Crawl across the strained Lines etched on his forehead. They collect and drop past the lines Into his eyes atlast, Blinding him. But his sight shall not fail. He will tear past the nails And drop knees first To the dusty earth. His hanging hair Shall arise with his eyes. With his teeth bared he Roars his rage. This is only the beginning Of a new glory.. Feel now, humanities Fury. -Angels Struggle