A Rhyme

We stole all decency from men,
and the source of endearment than you can dare endure.
We are Daimones, we are not men.
The end is nigh, of that we're sure.

We stole all decency from men,
looking for any sign of shelter.
We are Daimones, we are no men,
We kept Hell's gates open for Angels to enter.

Seas of Purple, Asters of Men,
We must discern them.
We stole all decency from men
for some will be saved then.