Demons and angels fight in degrees,
Over the destiny of the diseased,
The helpless hunters of misfortune,
Engage in conflicts of fateful distortion.
The mourning of losses incur,
In the sweetest victories from death-
Fuel for fires which does not deter-
Hatred and a shameless killing stealth.
These tokens of living for the defeated
Dead, In plays of carnage easily created-
Carving out a moral phase of superiority,
To enable brutal ingenuity;
Forceful assertions of truths,
Taken from the depth of painful wounds,
The games of the living against the ways,
Of the dead and dying on foolish days.