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The fallen is confused. Something was done. Something is wrong. It cannot be described entirely. Confusion of the fallen is like the dull black and white lighting of a mystery film. It is difficult to see between the shades and dramatic lighting. Certain things appear gray while others are too bright. One would rather see the gray a little clearer and the bright a little duller. One squints. One remains depressed and pensive.
The ills of the fallen are many.
The fallen are confused.
There is a strong want to believe that one has not wronged. One yearns for a clear conscience. One tries to believe in the fallen angel that repents, that floats back to God one day and begs forgiveness, that is forgiven even after all of the horrible things past. One feels worthless and confused, yet fulfilled and delighted.
The ills of the fallen are many.
The fallen are confused.
Wanting to not be fallen, the fallen abandon all hate. Wasting away physically, the fallen silently wait. Wasting away emotionally, the fallen silently wait. Wasting away spiritually, the fallen silently wait. Wasting away socially, the fallen silently wait.
The ills of the fallen are many.
The fallen are confused.
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