Sinners we are
To our weaknesses, we fall
But there are those
who have sinned
and for those sins, they have stalled

There are mad demons
Yes, they exist
For offending the brethren
They were banished
from the heavens

Demons, they exist
sins heavier than
the love they can give.
Someone who'd risk loving them
would have to endure life without bliss


Demons, they exist
Hearts heavy
Spirit is tired, weak, and weary
Do these sinful souls deserve love,
when their very existence is
scarred with dread and guilt?

Haunted by the past
Faltering in the present
Uncertain about the future
Demons facing their own demons

Sporting a convincing
grin on the outside
Battling the devil
on the inside
Demons facing their own demons