“You ask an angel to tell you what heaven was like, and they will tell you
it was a prison
With gates that looked too much like bars.
That’s how it starts, you know.
In a small city.
With a small home.
You begin to ache for more.
So perhaps pain is the cost.
Stabbing, tearing, a shredding of souls, and scars that sank deeper than skin.
At least it meant freedom.
And so Lucifer fell and made a home out of darkness, and then the rest slowly followed.”
— If the angels feel trapped, at least the devil sets them free // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)
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