Shall we dance with the devil,

among the many spawn of hate?

Shall we submerge to such level,

of a world with every dreaded date?

Shall we revolt from this darkness,

carrying the baggage of past displeasures?

Or shall thee despise the carefulness,

of those who take such measures?

Thou shall not ignore such love, 

from thy own angel sent?

Linger in the embrace of a dove,

Caress its every scent;