Heed my warning,
Heed, my friends.
I'm with you till bitter ends.
Matters never, matters not
Who together will be shot.
Ever thankful for your blood
Demons come to smoke you out.
In your wounds you'll perish, yet
Unless they happened to forget
The importance of disguise
Pr;thee, try spot them with your eyes!
They embellish harmful lies
And reveal the mysteries of lives;
Yet they tempt you to abandon
What for everybody strives.
Find yourself an angel?
Nay, a maiden fair and just!
For the seraphs meant to be
In the heavens, far from me.
Find somebody who will rest,
And be forever at thy side
Besides us, with our boyish jests
There is a maiden there, outside!
Even when you find her, truly
Thou shalt not forget us fully!
When the luster in your eyes
Reignites, to our surprise.
Friends
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