The Demons are born through divine intervention,

They betray all that is holy,

And soil the water.

Demons gather in their temples,

Each has a voice that veto’s the other,

How can they survive,

When they hate each other.

All through the ages,

They rifle through their democratic pages,

Denying one another and their people,

They hate all things,

They hate themselves,

And in their hatred they have scraps,

Because the only thing true,

Is being dictated by you,

My Solara, My Goddess, and Empress,

You dictate truth and knowledge,

The Demons shall fall,

Because they know nothing of enlightened absolutism

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