Angels or Demons
Are we the children of the ancient monsters and giants of bygone eras?
Are we mighty heroes or just ordinary little people?
The world and reality belong to us, we are the masters of them…
Or are we just rebellious slaves always fighting in search of something?
We see far but we are blind, we hear everything but we are deaf...
Are we fallen and forgetful angels, or are we sad demons, beaten but not resigned?
Are we messengers who do not remember what the message is and what its destination is?
We love and hate with strength and passion or we remain immobile for our entire lives
darkened by the horror of revelation?
We forge our own fate,
or do we believe in superior forces that force us to a sad fate?
We are immortal beings, unaware of our nature
and imprisoned in a painful and deadly matter?
We are shining gems but dirty with mud...
We are shooting stars that shine intensely...
We are capable of icy fire.
We are capable of evil.
We are capable of goodness.
Are we Angels or Demons?
