Angels white from what despite
Devils red from what they fed
Heaven blue unlike the true
Stars shiny yet so tiny
Hatred grows within bestows
Anger greeds for sickly deeds
Love reeks the heart it seeks
Fun believes it all achieves
Later think let it sink
Have it all or sadly fall
Become above pure as love
Later should believe it could
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