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Where Angel Wings Sting

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I mean really-

Where do we go?

When the sunlight snows,

When the wind won’t blow

The last candles out


Where do we go?

Is it a slow drift?

Or inside some rift

Or in air where human care

Can only share in flight

Where darkness wins over light


Where are we

No where, everywhere

Our remains without blood

Us, the fading stains

The last remains of us


Will memories find me?

Will leftover time deny me love

Will I go beyond the borders?

Become the mortar of the past

Will my soul last forever

Or will it just pass


Will angel wings sting

When first they cling

Or hell burn

When we yearn

For living things


All these years

And still

I fear





Not Knowing







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Fear of death seems to be universal, but to each person they own thier own degree... love it! Thanks

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