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The Halos Are Gone
The dragons flame burns like hell
Turning everything to dust
It's from grace that I have fell
Fallen for the demons lust
Devil whispers like candy
Demons voice like wine
Whiskeys next to the brandy
Sweet lies that you'll be fine
The mage casts a spell
It's meant for you and me
A portal back to hell
The call of the banshee
The halos are all gone
Only horns and tails remain
The gift of good has been pawned
Replaced with death and bloodstains
God is still looking down on us
But it remains our choice
To resist the devil and his lust
And get back our own voice
poem
by
William Mowell
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