Fall from Grace

turbulent struggles against the judgement of God

There must be rebellion in the skies again,
my stomach is sick, my head is pounding,
the jurisdiction of the Heavens are issuing warrants,
and I'm on the list to be detained, my freedom is subject
to imprisonment by the Judge on High who is putting
me in jail from ever experiencing true pleasure again.

My mind is reeling, my heart is beating faster and faster,
around the hypnotic quivering of a quill pen,
writing down my fate, and sealed in a golden casket
where my living body is sleeping soundly
while there is hell in the skies, and Paradise lost below.