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Jan 2017
Sinners cast out of heavenly firmament
I may still be wringing my wings
But do not miss take this moment of reprieve as a slip
His fingers trace closer to her lifeline
My senses cry mischief
I've met your kind
Newly downed gods
licking fangs in anticipation
Gods' forgotten are not naive
to your ways of rebound recreation
Demons are the aforementioned sinners. They are the forgotten children of the gods who were initially cast out of heaven for their relentless curiosity of the human race. Their self ordained purpose is to train the newcomers to control their (blood)lust; which is mostly quenched through ****** deviance. These newcomers are rebels by choice. Nonconformity is more of a hobby than a necessity for them. But they are woefully unaware of the pitfalls that come with being cast from the firmament. One of which is mortality. The other: love.
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