If God exists, he molded his angels of your likeness, creating a perfection of unsurpassed beauty, an eternal flame to warm my heart and guide my way.
>Death has taken ahold
The grasp of the dead chilling.
Long white skeletal skin
Sinks into my being and
Draws out the fear
Of being incomplete
In life and in love.
I wonder when
my time will come,
for in the end
I will return to dust
and the earth
will swallow me as
the grass grOws green
and the birth of spring
begins anew.
My spirit will stay
strOng
and I will live
forever in your heart
for you will never taste Death,
you will live free forever
the bones of the dead will never take you.<