Angels and demons
They're a little bit everywhere
Tiny pieces of hope and despair
That don't quite fit into our dimensions
We can't see them or smell them
They can't be heard or touched or tasted
But we can feel that they're real
Like gravity or magnetic force
They stay our course,
Sway our course

Their presence determines who will bend,
Who will break
I can't tell if my mind will mend
But I hope
And I pray

The End

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