What about the Fallen ones?

The angels up in Heavan.
They wear their halos.
Dignant. Prideful.
Don't others have pride?

Because even fallen angels
Can hold up a bar.
They could drive a nice car.
They do what they want, the unangelics.
But they wear their halos of thorns.

Beautiful white gowns.
Flowing past their ankles.
The angels dance and fly about.
Can't others be as fair?

Because even fallen angels
Can hold up a bar.
They could drive a nice car.
They do what they want, the unangelics.
But they wear a little black dress.

Flying high.
Soaring briskly.
Floating and sounding trumpets.
Can't others defy gravity?

Because even fallen angels
Can hold up a bar.
They could drive a nice car.
They do what they want, the unangelics.
But they get to use those wings.
Sometimes.