Demons arose from the shadows behind –
By coddling the eyes we make all of us blind.
Angels are falling from innocent high –
No sense to live, they decided to die.
Nature is crying and turns to the dark,
People have left on her body a mark –
We are demolishing blocks of the truth,
Make lots of pain but then try to do smooth.
Love is no more an objective of Good –
Sex and the violence create funny mood.
Sex of course vital when you love with heart –
But if it is not, then get back to the start!
Demons invade both believing and goals.
Angels were bitten by money and gold.
Thoughts are so dirty and souls are so dark…
It seems all we can is to argue and bark.
Where are we moving and when we will come?
When will return influential charm?
I hope it is not very late to do turn
At least with acceptance of this honest warn.