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I Am The Black Angel Of Death

Humans are extraordinary

Humans live an existence of self-certification

Life is one gigantic journey of an individual pleasure dome

Until one day the light source comes on

Beside them are shards of glass

Broken

They weep ~ what have I done

” what did I do?! “

Humans do that don’t you remember

The Black Angel smiles ” I got you again”

The Black Angel of Death cried again

Another one to take home!

Moral of The Black Angel: ” Humans must be broken foremost before you obtain the status of redemption

By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)