Blood and conflict arise
When the demons and angels come hither
Not against each other
But pledge war against the humans
Younger creations
Yet so full of pride
They may never fully know
What drives us to be so
Joy, rage, emotions aplenty
So fragile yet strong
So angry yet cheerful
Why do the humans weave their tales
And feelings of awe
To hate, to love or to do nothing at all?
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The Perplexing Poems
PoetryThese poems are sometimes so perplexing that when I look back at it, I am perplexed as well.
