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The angel goes from door to door
Stealing the souls of those deprived
It means no harm but does its duty
One light burns in the far mists

The angel knows not this light
It burns through the dark of night
The cry of inner thoughts loud
High, higher than the silence of night

The angel knows not this sound
The sound of thoughts that fills dark
The list shows not this place
The souls is not to take

The angel next to the boy
Confusion, lacking in understanding
The soul so pure but wild
The soul on the list to come

The angel knows this sight
The sight of red that filled the room
Red that filled the room on the touch
The touch of the angel to pull the boy up

The angel knows not this boy
The angel knows not if the touch helps
The touch of the dark red stains
The cry has stopped, the light turned off

The angel knows this boy
The angel knows this light , this cry
The angel knows the touch helps
The angel knows this is not his soul

The angel visits not since then
The angel visited four times
The soul not on the list since then
The boy touched four times