Misconceived blasphemy
Alas! all that ardour,
All lured away
Engulfed in egos,
Wrapped in wraths
Oh! A meek earthling
And a fiery finesse
Was there any match?
Standing tall
Amid the bowed ones
Angles of light
And beings of fire,
What was that you sought?
Oh! You know what you got!!
Whom did you defy,
Oh fallen one?
Man or God!
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