While man is buried beneath sin,
The angels face no threat,
They soar, glide and glow,
Its only the living who fear death.
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Poison Berries
ПоэзияA series of SHORT poems written to appease the darker souls...
Rule of Life
While man is buried beneath sin,
The angels face no threat,
They soar, glide and glow,
Its only the living who fear death.
