How do i please my God? I have fallen far, i can see my soul reaching out it's hand in desperation, in hope for a salvation, something I've had. Something I'll always have. Maybe my spirit stands at the lowest heaven, a place nearest to earth. Where earth is, hell is. My wings are broken, or they would have been of i ever had one. I have fallen, struck down. I've caused pain to the earth for falling so many times. Stricking it's crust, shattering it's stones.