Demons are dead angels.
They just lose their force to fly.
They were just killed by cruel sickness
And nothing more. They gonna die.
They flew for ages in the heavens.
For people’s dids they had to cry.
And they were born in clear silent.
They were just demons in the sky.
They felt for nothing in the darkness,
Where even devil feels the pain.
They burnt their wings and lose their faces
For which they got the dark-red tail.
They have forgotten their God
And their heart become too rough.
The only price for them is blood,
But even demons want to love.
demons
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