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The Angel, Death Angel
1 ReviewsNo one knows what hid behind those dark, emotionless eyes. No one had the time to find out. As soon as they saw her, their fate was sealed.
The Angel of Death.
Is she really that heartless?
Or does she wonder,
How better it would be to bless?
She has feelings, but she doesn't show
Only to people she has grown to know.
A bitter tear falls from her eye
As she looks down at the life, that is to die.
She will never feel joy, only weary sadness.
Does she not wonder at this 'hapiness'?
She will never hear screams of joy,
Only shrieking pain.
That's why you must not mock Death,
And all of its kind.
So that when your heart begins to unwind,
The angel will not be as bitter
And don't forget to sayd 'thanks' as you wither,
For you are doing the one thing she cannot...
How long she has lived she forgot.
Is she really that heartless?
Or does she wonder,
How better it would be to bless?
She has feelings, but she doesn't show
Only to people she has grown to know.
A bitter tear falls from her eye
As she looks down at the life, that is to die.
She will never feel joy, only weary sadness.
Does she not wonder at this 'hapiness'?
She will never hear screams of joy,
Only shrieking pain.
That's why you must not mock Death,
And all of its kind.
So that when your heart begins to unwind,
The angel will not be as bitter
And don't forget to sayd 'thanks' as you wither,
For you are doing the one thing she cannot...
How long she has lived she forgot.
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