The angels are singing
A sin was stinging
The person waits his hearing
The days of hell
To which we spell
Is something he'll will
Have to get use to
Till his sin is over
The angels will sing
For they know what he is being
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Different Poems By Me
PoesieHere at my poems i made in my mind... I your using on of them in anything pm me for permissions and please do give me credit for it and yes i made these poems and they are not copy righted at all
