One is wicked to the core
flooding tides of sin
Of light they've never seen
One is persuasive
And in any way they can
Whole shelves of tools at their hands
One lives in the gutter
Eating sewage joyfully
But be warned if they see you
Spewing out it will come
One is pure as setting light
Maybe thought dirty by a many
But pure compared to these
One to theirs
And each their own
Sinful's pair speaks
In swooping shadows
And the last One
Will run screaming
From any sin or sewage
Come their way
But they can and will
Drink the blood from heaven's wings
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Assorted
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