The poetry smudged your lines too much to see the practicality of falling from grace; you have none, and falling isn’t your strongest suit.
The poetry disregarded the organisation, and rendered you a null in the binary system; you’ve escaped the files, and no label fits your longitude.
The poetry concealed the heaven-hell satisfaction with commerciality of words, and your disgrace franchised through every stretch of discourse.
Disclaimer: we, The Poetry, are not responsible for the pity you will receive upon falling from grace. Neither are we responsible for you being too placid that you only belong on Al-Aaraf.
(Note: For those unfamiliar, Al-Aaraf is a hill between heaven and hell).