Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Angels without wings

Aren't we all just angels born without wings?
So that we know of struggle without the real fight or flight tendencies?
But being angels, we know of no fights, till we're born
And have to fight for a difference of opinion, which gets us nowhere.
We pull on the thread of the fabric of life and
Expect no consequences when we cheat death, like we're so invincible,
Just because of who we are and what we are and what we own.
Our angelic souls get diminished underneath a body of greed,
And no longer are we really angels but demons.
I yearn to have my wings backů

April 14, 2004

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Angels without wings

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