The
Satan's angels
In
our midst all the times
Decaying
souls the deep rooted fire
We
see them in camouflaged clothing
They
look normal
Exactly
like you and me
It
is only in the mind
We
are different
They
talk about holy books
They
can narrate stories
They
are well trained story tellers
We
mustn't be influence by it
Read
the pages
Make
your own decision
The
Satan's angels
The
promises of gold
Once
we sink in
The
gold will disappear
We
will only see the heat
Burning
fire in our never ending souls
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