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When the demons come out to play, And the angels lose their faith; The unholy will rule. Heaven, Olympus, nirvana no more. The darkness will ***** out Every flame that dares burn bright. The world will be devoured whole. Humanity will not survive. Oh, but there will be humans Millions of men and women. Man will **** man, woman will **** child. The angels will fall from grace. The demons will rise out of their graves. When the blood is shed, All sheep of a same colour. The fleece will fall off, The wolves will once more stalk. Hellspawn never really came from hell. Gabriel, Michael , Raphael; they too were ordinary men.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Birds of a feather.
When the demons come out to play, And the angels lose their faith; The unholy will rule. Heaven, Olympus, nirvana no more. The darkness will ***** out Every flame that dares burn bright. The world will be devoured whole. Humanity will not survive. Oh, but there will be humans Millions of men and women. Man will **** man, woman will **** child. The angels will fall from grace. The demons will rise out of their graves. When the blood is shed, All sheep of a same colour. The fleece will fall off, The wolves will once more stalk. Hellspawn never really came from hell. Gabriel, Michael , Raphael; they too were ordinary men.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
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