Of demons and angels, I know nothing.
But of humanity, I know something.
It is fragile and it is fast.
Time passes by, it does not last.
Memories are forever and people turn to dust.
Houses fall apart and things inside turn to rust.
Even though they know these things occur,
They like to remember what they once were.
They are happy and they are kind.
They are perfect defined.
Demons and angels, I know to be nothing.
But of humanity, it definitely is something.
