Game On

The angels were in red.  The demons dressed in white.

The angels were ahead.  Though their lead was slight.

Final game for the souls of men.
Same rules now, as back when,
period one, in Eden.
Poor old Adam, was tempted then.

Tricks and lies, and a little lust,

verses virtue, honesty and trust.

It would seem angelic must,

triumph, over demonic bust.

But now men's want for mammary glands,
is weighing heavy in demon hands.
Tis the same story, in all earth lands.
All tied up now, the score stands.

Millennium now, the third starts.

Come on angels, show those tarts.

Score one quick, for us old farts.

Replace the lust, with love in our hearts.