Unfortunately, while they were flying their wings malfunctioned and they fell back down to hell.
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
Unfortunately, the demons of hell had stolen all the spare pairs and they didn't have even one so they could not fly back up to heaven.
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
Unfortunately their jet packs were out of fuel so they couldn't fly to Earth either.
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
Unfortunately, the clouds turned out to be fluffy looking monsters that liked to eat angels and so they ate up everyone.
(Should I add The End now? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you can't beat this. )
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
Unfortunately the fluffy-cloud-monster-vomit was filled with acid and their skin started burning.
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
Fortunately, since they were fallen angels, they were immortal and eventually found a way to take away all the fluffy-cloud-monster-vomit in the air so their skin wouldn't burn.
"Just remember there's a difference between stalking people on the internet, and going to their house and cutting their skin off." - Jenna Marbles
~ Yeah I'm letting go of what I had, yeah I'm living now and living loud ~
Unfortunately, they had come in contact with the acid and it was too late. Their skin started burning and, because of some property of the acid, they lost their immortality.
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
