I have washed my angel wings.
Can’t you see they’re shiny white?
Fixed a halo up with strings,
Polished it to glow ever so bright.
Do I still need to meddle with the wicked,
Fallen angels like me and mortal men?
Or can I finally get a ticket,
Is the stairway to heaven working again?
I could play a harp, sing you a song
But I’d give away – I’m all I’ve ever been,
My devil’s tail is just as long
But… if I knock, please take me back in.
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