Angels With Horns

Cannons going off on one side gun shots popping off on the other side
 My thoughts are like the devil and angel standing on my shoulders
 The angel's always yelling at me
Calling me stupid and making me regret everything that I do
That's why I love the devil so
How can something resembling peace and love
Possibly be what's causing fear, regret, and shame?
I want to be good but yet
Even though the horns on my head have a halo hovering them
I wish I was just wearing horns

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