Smile Little Demons
Smile little demons and,
Dance to this violinist tune.
Let your feet stomp on the ground,
And make the earth tremble and sky cry down on your aching souls.
Let your screams be heard,
Like the well played instruments of the gods.
Only maybe then,
Will your chained wings be set free.
Only maybe then,
Will you ascend into your once forgotten paradise.
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