I once believed myself an angel, and to my own self pray that good fortune ought come my way. I once thought myself to be an angel, as those i deemed less would turned my back to say, the hungry, the poor have chosen their lot, and alone has good fortune sewn to the worthy, and of other's faiths not. I once believed myself an angel be, until upon my doorstop hunger stop, and away I turned to deny the hungry for whilst much have, less there'd be if from my home squirreled away were to be shared, I'd say tis' not enough to go around, and there the poor left outside thine barren ground. I once believed myself to be an angel, while upon my table grew, letters piled begging for this and that, expounding upon the pity have not while upon dinners delectable grow fat and there the letters sat. I once believed myself an angel true, until came from land afar someone anew. This foreigner spoke not like me, and away others denied from our flock for they