Secret Angel
A secret angel follows me, and observes my life, she looks like a guard
A guard, a guardian angel, an invisible heavenly life, she is a heart, love
She is here with me, in my room, and inspires me, she is a so great heart
She is visible, just for me. Tall, blue eyes, blondie, amazing, attractive, thin
She is talking to me, just talking to me, she asks me about black magic
Yes, I do that, I answer to her. Why? she asked. That’s my gun, I said
That’s bad, don't do that, she warned me. No, I can’t do anything, I said
Why? she asked. Because I haven’t any choice but to protect myself, I said.
In my life, prayer no longer helps. Only black magic, conversation closed.
Secret Angel
Don’t follow me
But be with me
Come to me often
And live with me
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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