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Angel of Death

angel of death looking at me angel of death what do you see a heart so cold as hard as ice a soul is black i can never be nice I was something precious to delicate to hold as time went by my soul got sold in my field of poison ivy, broken hearts and shattered dreams life is a prison at least that what it seams angel of death you sing to me angel of death you set me free darkness falls in the land of the dead I take your hand by you I am led you take away the pain so I don't feel all I listen to you and wonder am I now or have I ever been real

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Date: 2/11/2010 7:12:00 AM
wow this is a great poem and i must say that if you can write this beautifully your heart cannot be black and cold =) i think every one has a good side so dont forget yours.the second stanza was my favorite . i chose this poem because i wrote a poem about the angel of death called the sacred art of dying. i like yours and i also love the last line, i think i have wondered that myself many times.
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Date: 1/15/2010 12:45:00 AM
i don't get this one very clear i don't know if it says that death is something to end someone's problems or what. don't think of dying live is preciuos Kevin!! But i think your writing is very good
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Date: 1/14/2010 8:33:00 AM
A good poem dear Kevin, but you are alive! You "are"! You are unique! There's only one "Kevin" made and born in the image of God. Much too young to die! There is so much you have to do, so please don't befriend death yet! I know that life is tough. I've been through so much you wouldn't believe! Only by God's grace, have I been brought to this day. I am sorry for "preaching" to you. But you are not alone, Kevin. Soup Mail me anytime you need to talk, ok? Peace, Your friend, Audrey
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Date: 1/14/2010 7:12:00 AM
There we go a real poet, a rarity around these parts,,, go deeper, make me hurt some more,,,
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