Fallen angels

All the angels I meet fall from the sky for a reason...THEY CAN'T FUCKING FLY. And as they fall they catch fire...and sometimes I burn with them. You can't always get caught up in thier beauty. And its hard sometimes not to. They spread thier wings, and you look at them with such great adoration. Thier is always a price to pay for our sins. And It takes alot to wash off the filth....I shall again lament in the smoke of her burning!