The saints and the little devils
The battles they will fight and score
The thunder and lightning will be heard
All standing on the battle lines
The shouting matches will ring
The echo will travel far and wide
The wind will do the whistling
The clouds will try to blank it out
But the energy will flow
Digging into the good and bad of it all
The saints and the little devils
Glaring at each other on the battle lines
The words they will exchange
The expletives will flow like wild wind
Forgetting the cultures of civility
Hurling words on the battle lines
In the circle of lights
The little devils will try to hide
They can't stand the exposure
The advantage will be gone
On the battle lines
The wind blowing cry
The clouds will turn grey
The words will make the fight
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