“this is how we must have looked when we had fallen from heaven” she said. i agreed. “with plucked grey feathers we landed in the world of promise.” i though. dusted lost angels took possession of the world taking everything for granted. we forgot it was a gift. the world, a gift out of fullfilness. but our self importance blind us, made us weak and incomplete. so here we are now, after the fall, cynical empty masks.we, omniscient gods throne over the world we created. the world of hell, hate and ugliness.
man failed the human test.
interesting effect