The angel

by Gizmo   Feb 1, 2008


As the angel stood over the grave she began to cry,
little child among st the soil why do you die?

the little child appeared and said life really hurt,
and that she found peace among the cold hard dirt.

the angel then whispered you broke the heart of your mother,
and you destroyed the future of your little baby brother.

i would send you to heaven but its just your not strong,
so to hell you must go because suicide is wrong

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