Demons are fallen angels
Cast away far from the skies
Betrayed by the fading hope
Who've lost the sparkle in their eyes.
Abandoned by heaven
Deprived of all their chances
And had never been forgiven
Captured by the devils glances.
Who've fallen to barren graves
To dwell on the past & hate
Drained of courage to lift the curse
or the strength to change their fate.

When I looked out one morning
The world had changed.
My neighbor and I were at war.
The same was so for my brother.
My country was going mad.
The politicians were at war
and couldn’t agree on anything
that mattered,
The center was giving away.
Even the earth was in its death throes
but our own dying was more pressing.
I remembered our church days,
how we prayed for one another,
but the pews have thinned out.
Nietzsche was still raging from his grave:
“God is Dead”.
I yelled to God: “No!’
But I was still baffled
in the dead silence.
And I looked out on a world
my own soul could not
recognize.

I don't want to die as a secret to myself
That's the sole reason I wake up every morning
To experience here as being awake in a dream.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that in me, there is a great summer, where silence becomes a symphony of a blind man's privilege to hear. I, pleased needn't be, as God knows I tried too hard, too long, too many times! I do not know, nor I belong. Freedom, so sweet, there's no flavour left in me for you to master.  
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