Angle of DEATH

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In darkness of the night

I spied him in a tree

Sat I froze by the sight

He was looking at me

The summer's heat became a chill

The angel of death at his kill

My heart skipped with the fright

Blinked my eyes to bet'r see

Glanced back with all my might

Parted he my comp'ny

My chest was quickly pounding still

The angel of death at his kill

I did rise and take flight

The fear made me to flee

From darkness into light

To free captivity

Unbinding my soul from his will

The angel of death at his kill

Many years since that night

Gazed I on that braz'n be

Mem'ries of still incite

Fears of my slavery

Existence of him makes me ill

The angel of death at his kill

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