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At hells door there are no others
Just you and the demon that rains over destruction
He is not red
He has no horns or a tail
He is not frightening or vicious in anyway
He is not what you except from what you have heard
He is not sly or tempting
He is not evil or demented
You walk closer to the so called demon and see
He is nothing more than a fallen angel
His wings are clipped and he lives in sorrow
He is alone down at hells doors
He is not what you excepted at all
He is a frightened child in the darkness
Waiting for his mother to hold him tight and show him the light
He is a scared child having learned his lesson
Waiting for someone to tell him it’s alright
You look closer and see that he is crying a river of sadness endlessly into the abyss
You realize he is not a demon at all
He is just a lonely child wanting to go home
Where the gates are pearly and golden
Where his brothers and sisters fly high above in the clouds
Where the sun is shinning brightly and where everyone is smiling
And where his mother is flying high
You walk away from hell’s door and know that in your heart the demon that rules over destruction
Is nothing more than a lonely child waiting for the light