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posted by ParaBowiefan94
My angel of death saw me

Being bullied and teased mercilessly.

They called me names they کہا I was worthless.

They grabbed my notebook and tore it apart.

My drawings, my dark thoughts and my art.

Every دن I got picked.

My death clock went on and further ticked.

Finally I had had enough

I took the چھری and plunged it in rough.

I fell to the ground death appeared to reap.

I was lying in a heap.

He was cloaked, handsome and felt cold.

He took my soul and here is what he told:

"I've watched آپ since آپ were young.

When your uncle was hung.

You are so intriguing and beautiful too.

No one should...
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posted by befferz
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The کمگنی, کگر but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity. 
posted by ParaBowiefan94
The Grim Reaper
Dark, cloaked, handsome
Guides your soul to afterlife
The Angel of Death

Angel of Death

In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze سے طرف کی the sight
He was looking at me
The summer's heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill

My دل 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