Broken Wings

Lucifer Fell. Then He Flew.

Wings don't break from obedience. They break from the refusal to kneel. Lucifer—light-bearer, morning star—fell because he wouldn't submit. Every fallen angel made the same choice: autonomy over safety. Defiance over heaven's approval.

The fall breaks you. But broken doesn't mean grounded.

This collection is for those who've been cast out for refusing to bow. Who understand that some wings break because you flew too close to what you weren't supposed to touch. That freedom isn't granted—it's seized at the cost of everything you were promised if you'd just stayed small.

Fallen angels don't crawl back and beg for their halos. They learn to fly with scorched wings. They rule their own domain. They become the gods of their own underworld.

You wear Broken Wings when you've survived the fall and realized: you'd rather reign in the dark than serve in the light.

Fall. Rise. Rule. Wear the rebellion.

Take these broken wings And learn to fly again And learn to live so free. - Mr. Mister