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Little red demon,
How high you were.
Drifting in the clouds,
Scattering the birds.
Little red demon,
How dark your eyes are.
So bright with light,
Now broken from life.
Little red demon,
How tightly you clung.
Filled with love and happiness,
But merely death and pain.
Oh, sweet little red demon,
How far you have fallen.
Among the angels with halos,
And wings that outshined the sun.
Oh, my little red demon,
How high you were.
Besides God and the angels,
Now scattered with none.
Little red demon,
How broken you have become.
Once happy and safe,
Now scared and hateful.
Little red demon,
What had happened to your smile?
So full of light,
Now broken with no life.
Little red demon,
How high you have flown.
Wings that encompassed us all,
Now torched to the bone.
Oh, my little red demon,
Who has forsaken you?
Who allowed you to fall?
Who just sat and watch as this tragedy befell on you?
Little red demon,
How soft and kind you were.
But merely broken and deceitful,
But merely wrong than right.
My little red demon,
Where have your wings gone?
You flew so high,
With the angels and God by your side.
Little red demon,
How beautiful an angel.
That was kind and loving.
An angel with a soul from the skies.
It is only right,
My little red demon,
That an angel so high,
Would fall so low.
So as the skies lit with beauties,
Such as you were,
You shall stay buried in the ground,
With nothing but your flames.
Oh, sweet little red demon,
Where have your wings gone?
When the fires reached up,
Did they catch you first?
Oh, sweet little red demon.
The flames were wild,
Such as your spirit.
When they came,
Did you run and hide away?
Oh, little red demon,
Did you dance along with them?
Did you ignore the searing pain from your back?
Did you notice your feather rot away from you?
Oh, little red demon,
How high you have flown.
It seems only right,
For why you fell so low.
