Angels walk among us with shattered halos and bound wings. They walk among us with pure hearts and kind smiles. Yet deep inside they are aching to feel holy again. To be able to fly through the skies of this world and beyond freely. To be touched by the light of God. But they never will feel holy again. They never will be able to fly freely through the skies of this world and beyond. They never will be touched by God's light. Because they have been broken, cast aside, they have had their halos shattered their wings bound. Angels walk among us with sadness in their souls, yet happiness painted on their faces. Silently begging god to take them back, to forgive their sins, to let them work for him once again.
Demons walk among us with lustful gazes and burned wings. They walk among us the pain and fear engraved in their shattered souls. If you listen closely you can almost hear their pain, their fear. If you watch them closely you can see the fear in their eyes, their tense muscles, and their shaking hands. Demons are told as creatures who should be feared who will betray you, but they are the only ones you can trust. They are the ones who have betrayed god they are the ones who looked behind the curtain and into the far future. They know the pain, death, and destruction that is to come.
God isn't the perfect being the humans have made him out to be. Heaven isn't paradise. It is a factory and human souls are the power. God squished Lucifer and the other archangels under his heel. Lucifer was the only one smart enough to rebel. All the others are dead. The future of the human race is dark. The planet will die. Even the once rich will be fighting for food. The children will die first then the elderly and the rest will fallow be it their own hands or the hands of another. Then God will destroy everything and start over again. The cycle will never end.
Unless we end it ourselves.
