Angels

Angel and prophets who cannot see from the side of sin
Or imagine that the darkness, too, has a heart within
Who are you, winged angel, to speak at all of the demon's angle?
While you fly and stretch your feathers out, how can you know what the ground is about?
Heaven won't hear the demons scream past the firmament between

It is said that angels may come to fall
Like Lucifer, become corrupt, and destroy all
So then who decided demons may not come to rise?
How can you know that we never lift our eyes
And wish to be more than the shadow that light abhors?
Listen, angel, and listen well
Not all of the darkness is also of Hell