Fallen Angel

I want to ask each of you a question. Why are you here? You all have fallen from the clouds of heaven itself and so we gather in the Darkness and so we bring our misery together and we sin! We are the fallen trying to forget. Forgotten until you stand with a blade in one hand a throat in the other then you remember you feel it you are alive! We can hide our wings, choose sides, sin and suffer, wear masks to hide our misery! Then the mask comes off and you fly away only to suffer . Assembled here i see strength power the most dangerous angels alive! So what if the wings never needed to be hidden? What if our new heaven was the entire face of the earth? What if there was one color of wings for all of us! And instead of fighting each other we attack those who put us here and we take back what is ours! Would you have the bearings for that?