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angels of demons
The girl entered the city, the city of dark
 Where lived a devil of love
 Where lived a king of hate
 The first step she put, on the staircase, down the train 
 The first bat came flying and touched her, from her back
 The pedestal on which she was standing, begins to rise
 Then thousands of bats started their cries.
 She kept walking, kept holding her ore,
 She escaped from those little evils at the door.
 Now she walks on the street, on the street of death 
 Now she smells something, something similar to flesh 
 She turned towards graveyard, where thousands were killed
 She entered into dump yard, dump yard of that king
 At the end of the graveyard, were the stairs to hell
 At the beginning of that place were four little tales.
 First one was, from the childhood of the king 
 Second one was, from the child of him
 First one told the king as innocent
 Latter one told the devil as a saint
 Third one said that the evil in him rise
 Fourth one told that it was his son’s demise.
 The death of his son turned him into complete evil 
 But the truth of his lost soul remains still concealed.
 Remembering her sage’s words,
 She recalled her relation with the king. 
 Climbing up to the gates of the hell,
 She found immense bright light.
 Light of rage, rays of anger
 There stood before her, the king of thunders.
 A drop of tear, left her eye lashes wet,
 A sign of surprise was seen on his face.
 He was still filled with hate, with anger
 Nothing seems to end his destructive hunger.
 Girl, was now more confident than before,
 She knew her inevitable eternal loss.
 The devil collected his powers of darkness,
 The king converged his virtue of eclipse.
 She confronted all the animosity of the monster
 This took her to, her forever rest. 
 She fell on the ground and what also fell was her induced woe, her wailing tear.
 And the king stood there, still
 Staring deep in her eyes,
 Gazing deep at her tears
 He was realizing something,
 Something been realized too late.
 The ore slipped through her palms, 
 Her breath starts to dangle.
 As the ore broke, and dropped its crystals around,
 They diverged all around in a blue light.
 The rays fished something out from his heart,
 that was buried deep down in his dark.
 His blood red eyes started to shine, 
 water came running down his eyes.
 That red color of devil again changed into white saint,
 his thousand years lost soul has come back on his gate.
 Yes, the girl was an angel,ANGEL OF DEMONS. 
 The girl was the one, protecting his soul for so long from this place.  
 But the destiny, written even zillions of years before, 
 was not changed, even this day, at this new dawn.
 The good was on the ground lying on her death bed,
 The evil was now realizing his all mistakes.
 As always to end another demon, 
 Another little angel was killed.
 As always to bring life again,
 another hole on the wall of good wad drilled. 
 This world has not changed, has not changed even after billion deaths of love.
 This world will change, it will change, one day with billion rise of doves.
 Doves of love, hope of happiness,
 the world will conquer.
 Sin, despair and hatred, 
 this land will defeat. 
 And the kings like him, will die thousand deaths more,
 And the angels will be bringing themselves back at their homes.
 Then those evils of eclipse will vanish from this blue land, 
 Then these angels will dance, dance around  in air.
 Those evils were twilight, coffin full of sins and hate,
 Those doves were spring, dawn full of hope and love.
 They were demons, dark, deepened till hearts 
 And they were angels of demons, love, deepened even after their hearts.

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