Our perception of what we think is perfect changes.
As we can only live the lives, we call our own.
Only two eyes can take in human daily exchanges,
For more would only bring confusion to his song.
Most can't understand the melodies of a Lucifarian Lullalby
How can a mere human fully understand separation anxiety.
When there exist angels whoes halo viberates with each line
In humbling yet frightening vulnerability.
Moment to moment is unfortunately how most will live human lives
Instead of feeling to feeling,