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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 12:54 pm
I see things
When I close my eyes
People sobbing
Why people cry
The I see the light
When I open the doors
Of my mind
That seem so closed
All of the time.
People call me crazy
They keep me in these four walls
Their faces are so hazy.
I see Angels
They are always so near
Their voices are right in my ear.
I can feel my time is coming.
People call me crazy
Their faces are so hazy
The Angels are calling
I can see their faint wings
They beat slightly against my back
I feel myself rising
Leaving the Devils place
I fly into the clouds
And expirence God's grace.
Now I close my eyes
And all I see is hope
Hope for the living
Hope that people can cope
With the pain
I had known
And all the cruelity
I was shown
I'm the Angel now
The Angel with the Sythe
Don't you see
I'm here to take your life
Just like the rainy night
The one when you took mine from me.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 6:27 am
Really good poem. I didn't expect the angel to turn out to be the Death Angel. I liked that about the poem.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 7:37 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 2:07 pm
i dont really know how to rate this one... i thought it was good... i think it works well.
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