I like to believe that some people are fallen angels,
Who were transported to this world
With broken wings,
Imperfections,
And a lineup of the disheartening who need them.
But there are also servants of Lucifer that strive here,
Stocked with the poison they need in order to influence the weak and unstable with the devil's ways.
As the guardians would comfort the needed,
Averting them away from purgatory,
The cracks in the flaws of their wings would begin to close.
And their celestial souls would illuminate from satisfaction,
Knowing that they were capable of improving the lives of the forlorn,
And their own sentimental growth in the process.
~D
