We all live the same life


Angels are suppose to be real.
Demons are the devil.
Murder is bad,
suicide is bad,
drugs and anything that causes trouble.
However, he looked on in admiration,
to the black silhouette.
Black wings,
black eyes,
not a single speck.
Not afraid he grabbed its hand, he went on to accept.
Here he lies in his shallow grave,
with nothing but contempt.

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