Even though I know angels are genderless,
I hope when the angel of death comes to take my soul,
When the grim reaper comes with blade unsheathed,
When my body is ready to be flung in the hole,
That it comes to me softly, like a woman,
Extracts me as subtly as God breathed.
-W.E.
The reality is I don’t know, and I fear that my soul should be ripped out and treated with the punishment it deserves, but I hope that in Gods Mercy, in his Majestic Grandeur He should pardon me, give me amnesty for my crimes and weigh the scales in my favour perchance I did one thing deserved of His generosity.
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