Angel

She try to prove me I need Him
But doesn’t know I’ve had a dream
Where have got at wonder place
Where my body had no weight,
Where was nothing made me set
Where no moods except a glad;
When I wake up I lost my calm,
Went to rhe neighbor, bought his gun,
Had little walk and bumped with her,
Ill-natural glances – next I saw.
She offered me eternal may,
The shoot mean chose another way.


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