From the womb of death emerged life,
paradadoxical yet real
She lay writhing,
in a pool of blood
Yet in this macabre spectacle,
lay a nascent life
An angel was born in hell,
paradoxical yet real
The mother lay motionless
unable to see or hear her angel
The killer knew no mercy
for he was hardened by sin
Yet he too couldn't bear
the gruesome site he had created
He took the bloodied dagger in his hand
and drew more blood, this time his own
The angel's face had changed
the beast into a man again
He died a beast
to be reborn a man
Willing to pay for his sins,
paradoxical yet real
She was no angel either,
robbing men of their wealth
And women their shame,
paradoxical yet real
The cycle of death and life continues,
paradoxical yet real
God send angels on this earth
to turn beasts into men
Yet these angels turn into the beast,
paradoxical yet real
The beast and the angel don't exist,
yet they have been fighing for centuries
A fight to win man's mind,
paradoxical yet real
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