Angels to Demons

In the light I've been dreaming of angels born screaming to taste of the darkness of night. In the dark I've been bitten by demons still hidden to wait for the brightest of days And angels hold brilliance And the demons': poor ignorance and those demons want back to the light But there's never a path in sight And the only illumination to come is a terrifying thing Because the Son Shall strike down their king.

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emily-pidduck

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