Pitiless Justice Poem by Chris Noir

An angel's wrath is like but thirst,
A thirst impossible to quench,
Fire resides in angel minds,
That covets for revenge.

Demons rage is all the same,
Like hunger, never satisfied.
There's no restrain in Demon's brain,
To provoke it is suicide.

*Man's minds are of different sort,
A man is equal to a man,
So the rage is but the last resort,
And no angel or demon, could ever understand.

In the eyes of a man, a different flame,
A different desire can be seen, be heard.
When a man's heart is torn apart,
The inferno of pitiless justice burns.