What Comes Out Of Heaven

So
You will
Have to die
To get up there?
Is that not the place,
The place for the living?
Why are we dying to live?
So we would wait for it to rain,
To cleanse this land of sins old again?
What water is too holy for a grain?
The morning sunlight fell out of the sky
As heaven’s beauty and her ashes,
Nothing good is from Nazareth,
What was left is now broken.
He was so beautiful,
Prideful regardless.
They did not know
Lucifer
Was light
Too.

Leonell