Deep below grows a beating drum
From the depths of hell demons come
Rising up from the earths crust
Only for blood they do lust
Seeking angels of another kind
Without wings they’re harder to find
But when they do, oh, what a scene
So blood hungry is a devilish fiend
An angel with faith willing to fight
For the love which shines so bright
With a powerful strength, take a stand
No one else willing to lend a hand
Blistering are the words the demons speak
Gradually the angel growing weak
For a great while the battle went on
Until the angels strength finally gone
A limp body collapsing to the ground
With a lifeless thumping sound
Demons sweeping upon their prey
Feasting on the angel as she lay
Had done the best she possibly could
To do what’s right, do what’s good
For this many did falsely judge
Carrying an unfound grudge
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