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[One of my older poems.]
Chapters
Come, bow your heads
and let us all pray
for the ones who will
never see today
Let them rest in peace
and dwell in faith
for the rest of us sinners
can not yet partake
of heaven on earth
without all of the lies
the angels of the land
in their striped neckties
little girl, little boy
come sit with the father
and know that you
shall suffer no longer
(bow down, let us pray)
I am the Gentleman Death
with my cane and white lace
come to put out the lights
and enjoy your tastes
for the angel of death knocks
tonight at your door
you should have listened
from when we were here before
I know no hate, I know no sin
I see this is all quite
some dilemma you're in
even the rain bows down
(let us pray)