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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 12:54 pm
I see things When I close my eyes People sobbing Why people cry The I see the light When I open the doors Of my mind That seem so closed All of the time.
People call me crazy They keep me in these four walls Their faces are so hazy. I see Angels They are always so near Their voices are right in my ear. I can feel my time is coming.
People call me crazy Their faces are so hazy The Angels are calling I can see their faint wings They beat slightly against my back I feel myself rising Leaving the Devils place I fly into the clouds And expirence God's grace.
Now I close my eyes And all I see is hope Hope for the living Hope that people can cope With the pain I had known And all the cruelity I was shown
I'm the Angel now The Angel with the Sythe Don't you see I'm here to take your life Just like the rainy night The one when you took mine from me.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 6:27 am
Really good poem. I didn't expect the angel to turn out to be the Death Angel. I liked that about the poem.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 7:37 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 2:07 pm
i dont really know how to rate this one... i thought it was good... i think it works well.
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