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OnjuliThePoet Mar 2014
Welcome to our world angels were we shall torment you with our dark games we play
Lets have some fun because the night is young you shall be come a beautiful demonic beast and no longer be delusional angels
Whose sheltered by their parents who say stay away from those weird kids well my innocent ones lets play and see how long you can stay before you become like the rest of us evil things
Enjoy the dark because we enjoy your company with us tonight
we will slit your throats and fill your head with the lies that those so called gods hid from you
Step in to the darkness and find the you that you couldn't see until we helped you angels become a demoniacal beast
Ugh you all are just like the rest of those holy mortals who beg and pleed for what they want
If you join us we will gladly help you take what you want but what ever floates your boats
Us demons await for the day we will have a new members to our demonic family
Until then we shall sit back and watch you thrash the throats of the other angels and then you'll all see where you belong
Good now you all see the dark games we play and one day you will be delighted to partake in them
When you do join in or game your wings will slowly decay and rot
When you fly you will leave a trail of death behind the so everyone knows who you have chosen
and how you have chosen to be another scary monster
Your half way there angels falling deeply in to our trap but dont worry we are here to catch you and set you free from the world that you call reality
oh
Angels how naive can you bee one day you will see we're here for thee no matter the choice
You make weather to be apart of our dark arts or to be apart of the light that shines
So bright it blinds you from whats plainly in sight of you well don't worry after our trick you'll grow to either love us or need us demons just let us be free to trick thee
i dont know where this came from it came out of me and well i had to wright it so yea TADA
Me Jan 2020
An orange rose
floates
on the surface
and touches
your skin
something inside you
rises
then curls
before you hurl
yourself
into a wave
of heat

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