ANGEL CALLOUSED BEYOND REPAIR

Like an angel flying over your house

Like an angel passes out wishes

like an angel i would move the arrow

Im not livin what was promised

im close but cant enjoy

Oh im not dying

But im tourtured cause ive seen all

tourtured and all i should do

Tourtured while i played the fool

Im not living what was promised

im far from glorified

My mind is not a celestial state of idle

hymns and praise my time is short so my end is well

and i have an appointment at noon

at noon in hell

This poem was written/submitted by Mikel Calcagno.

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