Does God Weep When he Sees What You’ve Become?

A saint

With sins so deep

His soul

turned black

His ashen wings

Disintegrated

Leaving him grounded

Unable to find his way back

Home

Alone

Desperate

On filthy streets

Pavement becomes his bed

The bottle

His warmth

This is his cross

His crown of thorns

To die

For his transgressions

No hope

No forgiveness

Just pain

And fury