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Epics of An Angel

Epilogue of The angels

Time by time it rushes pass.

Taking a life into its grasp.

Filling others with pain and sorrow.

So why should I ask.



Death! Death is my solution.

Isn’t it any clearer than.

Death! Death is my desire.

To be with you and nothing more.



Here we are side by side.

In the mirror, But you’re not there.

There you are over there!

But here I am over here.



Pain! Pain, oh why I suffer.

Don’t you want me to be with both kind and dear?

Pain! Pain oh what I fear.

To lose you my dearest, dear.




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