The angels that fell.
Corrupted by the world.
Still vowed a worthy intent.
Though Blinded by injustice.
Troubled and frustrated.
They strive for moral assent and in their blindness they act, With no better mind.
Causing us pain and torment.
And though their actions missguided.
It is with love that they act to control.
We can teach them to see in the darkness of life.
My demons, the better angels of my soul.