Death
Death,
never can touch me!
This is futile power of Azrael,
the angel- the mean creation than human.
I am the human,
the powerful creation of GOD.
I have all power,
I give some of me to the angel!
The death is nothing for me,
A joy of departure,
An ecstatic step of soul
to the kingdom of eternity.
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