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Angels and demons wrapped in veils

They sit and watch the tragic outcome of life

They whisper about misfortune

of the puppets that control through fantasy

The curtain falls, like a funeral shroud,

like the thunder of a winter storm

Going round and round over the same space,

while horror intrigues the soul

In the essence of being

In the depth of good and evil

The mystery still unites them,

as strong as lightning in the sky,

as confusing as a nightmare

The light turns off

in the sleeping auras

The trails darken

Everything changes

Everything dies

The sun burns them inside

Anguish becomes noise

The air becomes denser

The great world of men has no tomorrow