If you think about it the Devil is a fallen angel, at one point he was Gods favorite.
Something so evil and sinister, was once the favorite of something pure and clean.
Something so dark and broken down, was once bright and whole.
How can it be that we are so broken down and pure?
We lie here in our broken hearts and racing minds, only full of good intentions.
We all have our demons, but it doesnt make us evil.
Just broken.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryA series of thoughts, that I cannot mute. Some would have these at night, while I have them all day.
