All that is pure will surely die,
So the angels must where their disguise.
They fight, they struggle,
With the devil's ambitions.
They both think they're right
But they're still forcing others into their visions.
It must have been hard,
To choose wisdom over joy.
But it's all the same,
Once you've made the decision,
You become evil's toy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is really good, and also it sounds like you have some deep unsaid feelings that are eating away at you, because it shows a really deep side to you.