The
garden of demons
The
gates are open
The
soft whispers begin
The
red lanterns hang high
The
wind softly caresses
Swaying
the red lanterns shadows
Painting
on the streets
The
calling for the weak
Nobody
can speak or gossip
The
red lanterns will hang them high
Tell
the people don't try to play
A
different game
But
who will listen?
The
bad has run too long
Bringing
back the bad honor
The
shame on every one
Now
the good will attack
The
garden of demons must be destroyed
It
mustn't be allowed to bloom in flowers
It
will become toxic in the air
The
winged angels fly
In
many directions to set it right
The
bad has the last flight
It's
the end of the fight
The
garden of demons
Once
the light shines it through
The
golden sunshine will be free
The
people can smile and enjoy again
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