The demonic angel fluttered through my core,
The vintage rhythms,
Through old labyrinth roads,
Like scarlet lattice embedded in mystic mischief,
Volcanic ash that turns to stone,
My noble chaos,
Like humorous cosmos,
And paradoxic flame,
Igniting in the chamber in thorns,
Diamonds as razors,
Rose like rafflesia,
The vertical lines of stealthy hymns,
Created fumes of ecstasy that will wield through pain,
The midnight sun was my glory,
A latent victory,
The demons had chaos that deepen their minds,
While the angels had peace that deepen their hearts,
Their peace a luxury the demons couldn’t afford,
It’s true the angels were white,
It’s true that their peace was wide,
It’s true their hearts were black,
Peace in a chaotic universe,
An unresolved truth,
Why seeking peace as moral resolve?
The demons are black,
It’s true their mind is wide,
It’s true their heart is white,
Only a wide mind can have a wide heart,
Only a demonic heart can feel the wrath,
Of the lofty hearth,
Even in the breeze of the paradise, they can feel heat of fire,
The angels found peace through disruption,
The demons found chaos through resurrection,
Those were the demonic angels,
Past the wind, past the clouds,
Their breeze will shimmer,
The mythic solitude, made a powerful longitude