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Angels of the heaven,
Purest beings born in white
Of holy from top to end.
There is no black of night,
Demons of the sinner den.
The wings are feathered,
Soft and gentle like them.
But, it's black covered
Like in the hell's anthem
That angels feared.
Care and love
Planted in the heart.
Angel will is tough,
That deep in the hearth,
Evil thought is blocked off.
Kindness and virtues
Are the proudest feat.
But, black is malicious
That doesn't deserve heaven's feet.
Good deed vanishes.
