Spawn
At the intersection of two lost highways to heaven
I met with a weird bird with a human face
The color of its bulging eyes, violet and raven
Rang a bell, yet was I that scared to touch base
It said it meant me no harm, and was good at heart
A reincarnated angel that once fell from grace
Wishing to prevent me from making a false start
Was eager to recant my deadly sins with a magic mace
But first I had to deal with an infernal spawn
Responsible for sins not covered by other devils
If I succeeded in winning the battle, I'd hold my own
And never regret having to choose the lesser of two evils
poem by Aram Stefanian
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