The Angel Of Death , by harriet1993 Subscribe to rss feed for harriet1993 

the angel of death, flew over this house 
and finding no-one at home 
he washed his socks and wiped his hands 
and flew away home alone 

the angle of death flew over this house 
and finding a candle buring 
he took the soul of a girl who crying 
and flew away home with the soul he was yerning
Posted: 2011-08-22 04:47:16 UTC
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2011-09-04 18:38:06Natural_beauty_Ashe
wow intense i like it :)

2011-09-04 19:02:47Natural_beauty_Ashe
wow intense i like it :)