How Could an Angel Die?
A Poem

How could an angel die,
an angel pure and small,
untainted by our darkness,
unscathed by our fall.
It was so soon to go,
far too soon to leave,
when he hasn’t seen the sky
to spread his feathered wings.
How could an angel die,
an angel pure and small,
untainted by our darkness,
unscathed by our fall.
It was so soon to go,
far too soon to leave,
when he hasn’t seen the sky
to spread his feathered wings.
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