The Demons On Trial


Doubts hide in the depths of Hell
As Angels’ wings flutter past
Fears light up the place
Darker than the bottom of a bottle
This is rotting for eternity
Then the Angels’ wings flutter past again
A haunting and tormenting image
Or a boat trying to save all the victims
Going back to the beginning
Finding the faithful in the living
Even when the doubts become vixens
Demons from Hell trying to steal away Life
“My Angels are bigger”
The bolder ones say
To the mountains of doubts
Which make Heaven and Hell on Earth

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