False, wicked, corrupt was my affection. Seeds of evil spoiled the light, they vitiate blessing o heaven itself. Lost are my wings in a purgatory, fallen angel of reconciliation, traitor of virtue blind by beauty of creation. Weakness possessed my judgement. What I must to do, to satisfy heavens? To stand a trail for my mad love? Defective blood runs in veins of my children, sins of my wrongful sentiment. The reminder of long forgotten past. Now my tribunal starts, archangel without wings, without light to wear forward.