Demons walk around
skin as dark as the night
markings the color of a rubies
yet with eyes as white as its skin is black
Angels walk around
skin as white as snow
markings the color of a sapphires
yet with eyes as black as its skin is white
Walking around with hair that match their eyes
these beings are very different from what you believe
angels serving a murderous child
demons serving a rebel leader
Read the books
hear their lies
believe what you will
but the truth lay in their eyes
As dark
as the being that gives the orders
or as bright
as the mission for freedom
Believe as you will
but I would prefer to deny it all and burn
than accept the bullshit in books written by men
saying God spoke to them
Insanity!
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