The Angel of Death
THE ANGEL OF DEATH
The Angel of death is always near
His breathing often can you hear
His job seems to be never done
Snatching up greedy souls one by one.
But fear yea not for on fear he thrives
Watch and waiting to take lives
But we can beat him until were old
Or so goes the story I’ve been told.
Always trying but not always winning
He’s always there slyly grinning
Trying to accomplish His fiendish goal
Waiting to steal from us our soul.
Only greed can help him win
Avoid his trap and don’t let him in
Take care, and take what life has to give
And you’ll keep the DEVIL away and live.
TEMPTATION IS GREED IN ANOTHER FORM!!
(A quote by me)
B. Taub
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