I spread my wings but I cant fly. I look at them and there slowly desolving. I look at the ground and it seems to be getting closer. I yell at god "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please give me another chance!" but I know he wouldn't, my deed was to great and was already done. As the ground gets closer my wings disapper. When I am a few inches away from the ground I stop falling and I land safely on my feet. God may have been mad at me but he wasn't going to put me in any more pain than I already was in. Now I have to live the rest of my life on earth, away from home, everyone see's me but they don't know that I am a fallen angel.
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