Holy Brimstone Raining on Devilish Halos

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Devils love Angels.

Falling so far into Hell,

They seek out the light.


Devils love angels.

Stroking downy wings and reveling in the glow of golden halos.


Angels love devils.

Darkness, the ultimate temptation.

To sin, to fall, to discover a new god.


Angels love devils.

Their pure wings turning to ash and smoke.

Their holy glow becoming the hot licking flames of Hellfire.


Devils cannot love angels without repentance.

Angels cannot love devils without sin.

We are all sinners, we are all holy.

Relenting to brimstone punishments of devils, 

And worshipping at the heavenly altars of angelic words.


Who are we?

The holy devils confessing their sins?

Or the fallen angel abandoning God for a new master.


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