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The Angel of Death
He took her during the tenebrous night, As soon as God commanded it, He took flight, She laid asleep unaware of her fate, Life was taken by the one person who was there to create, But instead he destroyed. He destroyed her life. But he took a life - that was made to suffer, And it was better for her to leave - but I still love her. It's hard to let go but I have to, So, she can finally make a break-through, From this broken life. Into an Empyrean Eternal Life. His breath of death over her body finally gave her peace, And her soul was wrapped inside his wings of fleece, She finally felt warm again and the pain ceased, And the once dulled out light had suddenly increased. The months of pain and anguish were gone, And with God, her cherubic light could carry on, No longer did she have to groan and moan, Waiting for the day where she would turn to stone. Like a flower her life had withered away on her petals, And she had become as unprepossessing as nettles, Her beauty had become so green and pale, And in that her luminescence had become stale. For her face was but a book for all to read. You could see pain blossoming from the cancerous seed, But now she was free away from that world, Where she was just another - dying girl. I went into her room the morning they found her, And I saw an effulgent glow - circling around her. And on her face laid an ardent profound smile, And I knew with God, it was a better lifestyle-
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