Love, 51

"To the Angel, I hope you soar where the treacheries of this world cannot afflict you, where you can let your wings glide against air as light as your heart. To the Demons, I hope you will soon realize your fighting a pointless battle, flame melts iron, but not stone, and stone my mind shall stay. And to whom it may concern, I hope you read this and discern from among the crowd around you who the Angels and the Demons really are. "