demons run when a good man goes to war.
angels fall when a traitor casts them out.
hell and heaven stand in parallel score.
both leaders viewed with suspicion and doubt.
lines become blurred and ethics are questioned.
as blood is spilled by pawns on this chessboard.
soldier's waking nightmares go unmentioned.
horrific acts and massacres, ignored.
my moral code, that was part of my core.
compassion is not my reality.
empathy, a memory from before.
each day i ponder my morality.
monsters and legends and an angel blade.
and all of our debts will soon be repaid.
its based on supernatural \_(0.o)_/
