A Solitary Sinner

Enraged by a fallen star
God paces in His rooms
gritting His teeth in anger
eyes bloodshot with the strain

A lone fallen angel sits
he watches as God falls apart
and shakes his head
in a know it all sort of way

A man watches the fallen star
and is stricken by its beauty
that star, that beauty
is all he wants to be

The fallen angel watches this too
this parallel of minds
and knows it's all the same
a fallen star is that, and nothing more.