Angel by Mal Kennrae

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He took me in his arms,
The angel so pure
With wings so white,
So perfect

With voice so strong and
Persuading me to calmness
I relax in his grip
My head falls over his arm

I know Iím going to die
Why else would an angel take
Me in his arms?
And fly high into the sky so endless

I make one last wish
And prepare to die in the angels
One last breath, one last heart
Beat, one last view,
An angel with beauty so pure.