Airborne.

Lofty opinions as such, you call yourself an angel -
Flit further, for I can't bear the infinite jealousy.
In defense, I'll judge you,
as you were meant to be judged. (Do you not know that we will judge angels?) 1 Cor. 6:3

The possibility that it's you clutching at my spine and lungs through my skin, it's not small; I can't breathe,
for lack of faith or desire to be saved.
Salvation might be the wrong word -
I prefer to call it a cheap, hypocritical con,
but I always, always wanted to be an angel.
Seemingly so pure and righteous; there had to be something wrong with angels,
because of balance - wrong and right, light and dark.
Not even "servants of God" are made of only light.
Filthy souls