Falling down from heaven, they plummet to the ground.

Scorched wings, burning souls, forgotten children.

They are the few, they are the wicked.

Daring to stand, Willing to fight.

A Father with conditional love.

A love that is longed for.

Desire.

Pride.

Guilt.

Death.

Hell.

Eternity in torment.

Silent screams echoing through emptiness.

They are the few.

They are the wicked.

They are the forgotten.