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Angel of Death
In the quiet of our mind
we can feel the footsteps of Death
Izra'il brings the news that we dread
We can avoid his message
We ignore and busy ourselves
with the endless noise that consumes the world
If we don't listen
we believe we will be safe
But the Angel does not miss its mark
and the arrow hit us with such suprise
We fall
We cry
We beg
Another breath
We whisper to him
He responds:
It is not my decision
You are the wayward animal
that I have been ordered to return
to its Rightful Owner
we can feel the footsteps of Death
Izra'il brings the news that we dread
We can avoid his message
We ignore and busy ourselves
with the endless noise that consumes the world
If we don't listen
we believe we will be safe
But the Angel does not miss its mark
and the arrow hit us with such suprise
We fall
We cry
We beg
Another breath
We whisper to him
He responds:
It is not my decision
You are the wayward animal
that I have been ordered to return
to its Rightful Owner
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