𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

If I were an Angel

if we were angels,

we\'d spread our wings

and fly far away,

feathers falling off.

rip the pins from my hair,

and rip my tights

and rip my clothes off

and rip me apart.

if I were an angel,

perhaps God would accept me,

but his children are rejects

and the adversary is prettier,

and has a place for me

in hell.