All angels are fallen. Were it not so, we would not exist.
There is a place in your heart, just before you get to the heart of hearts, a little antechamber where unsavory intentions gather- and linger for they cannot enter your very heart. It is in this waiting room, secret and small where you hope that you're little sister will fall off her pony and break her leg next time she rides him and blah blah...the little room where they say if thoughts could kill - we would de-people our earth in a little less than two hours...
