Angel(Her story)

by grim   Sep 2, 2006


She sings at the tops of her sensual lungs.
Shooing away the evil that waits to pounce.
This angel is a servant of God.
And his name she'll proudly announce.

She reaches to the darkest of darks.
She lights the soul of the depress.
She withers the filth that clings to happiness.
And makes it possible to live without stress.

This angel loves to smile and create much bliss.
She knows how to lift the dampened mind.
She bestows upon them a gift.
A promise they won't get left behind.

She protects the weak and feeble.
She's honorable to the hair on her head.
She locates the bug that plants repugnance.
And purifies it 'till it's dead.

She sits with a group of children.
She educates them on the power of ardor.
They listen intently to her preaching.
Giving into the kindness of her lure.

This angel is a messenger that brings forth glory.
She makes it possible to feel the love we once lost.
She restores in us a determination to proceed.
A place in heaven without a cost.

She travels among the worlds of sick.
She cures them at the request of her Lord.
She cleanses the corruption that cleaves to the soul.
And singles out potential who are influence by a horde.

This angel is one to call on for help.
Just hum her name and she'll draw near.
You'll feel the blessing you craved for.
And you'll no longer linger in your fear.

Her wings are shining white.
They illuminate the path to sublimity.
She cradles the baby in you.
And sets your spirit soaring free.

She asks for nothing in return of her services.
She only asks that you rid the scarring lies.
She'll assist you in all your efforts.
In her final payment, she wants a smile.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Emi

    Fab!