an angels murder

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: June 19, 2011

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Walking down the road its a foggy night,

coming from a crime that I knew wasn’t right.

I stumbled upon a girl who looked in fright,

and I said “ hay you areyou alright.”

Her voice cracked and broke, her lip she keep trying to bite.

“i tried so hard for you, to bring you to the light”

The red caught my sight as I kneel to her right.


Her clothes sooken from blood that ran down her back.

“Did someone hurt you, Who, I will plan there attack.”

Confused and angry from the knowledge I lacked,

feathers all around us, I grabbed a handkerchief from my sack.

Then with great pain she explained her devastating impact.


“It was you I tried to protect,

for you I practically broke my neck.”


“Wait a minute now u need your head checked.”


“From you I got no respect,

because of you my wings were stripped and wrecked.

It was you that got me thrown from heaven like an insect,

for you it was easy to neglect.”


I blurted, “what the heck,” I had just been put into check.


I began to cry for my guardian angel who could no longer fly.

Myself I only thought about, so many times did I steal and lie,

the things iv done in life I should certainly fry.

“I’m sorry I begin to imply,” “your right I will start to comply,”

but its to late no matter what I try.

Frantically i talked and my tongue begins to tie,

My guardian angel lies there and begins to die.


To my knees I hit and began to confess,

“My Lord please, my guardian angel will you bless.”

“Take me instead, I don’t want her to hurt and stress.”
As I said this I picked her up to caress,

covered in blood and filled with sorrow I cant believe I made this mess.

My guilt I cant even express.


now im on earth with no one that believes in me in heaven,

my soul internally deaden.

I can only tell you about my lesson,

and im always reminded when walking by that seven-eleven.








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