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Poetry

For my beautiful woman, the other half of me I never knew I needed until I finally met her.

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by TheGuide_

by TheGuide_

Hell is empty
All the devils roam

Heaven is selective
The angels are sent

Meeting devils in the flesh
The dark mind
The blood soaked hands
The hearts they break,
Worn on their chest

A devil
An Angel

I thank god he sent me an Angel
An Angel, pure and sweet.
An Angel, beautifully crafted
By his hands
Out of marble taken
From heaven itself.

I thank god for the lessons
I learnt in my life
For how to handle an Angel
Is no easy task

And yet, whenever I'm with my Angel
I feel no stress
I feel no anger
No guilt
No stress
No struggle

I feel at home. In heaven
In heaven with my Angel.