Foolish Demon

Shut up
You filthy demon
Always looking down on me

You must not know me well
Purity does not reach my body
Blood stains my hands

You ignorant demon
Fighting a battle
You cannot win

The blood on your hands
Is a pond compared to mine
A small part to what I have

Your wings
Will be torn from you back
A part of the price you will pay

When you consider yourself
Think this
You're nothing but a pesky bug

I will crush you with my heel
Your foolish head
Will lay at my feet