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Angels
The angels sung to me,
a beautiful sound.
They climbed inside to see,
if i was around.
And there I was listening,
inside full of pain.
Their voices were glistening,
like frozen rain.
Draining all the bad things I've done,
the pain was unbearable.
All the while gripping a gun,
am I even repairable.
Smile child I felt one say,
looking into its eyes.
There is time left to play,
Points at the sunrise.
The angels sung to me,
a beautiful sound.
They climbed inside to see,
if I was around.
Angels
*S*
