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My Death Angel dances in my shadow again.
<o:p></o:p>He's been with me so long she's become my best friend,
<o:p></o:p>His boney fingers are smoothly stroking my skin,
<o:p></o:p>He's there to remind me my life someday will end.<o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p>
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I was a just a child, when I first became aware,
<o:p></o:p>After Kennedy was shot, I knew he was there,
<o:p></o:p>I was only five years old but I didn't dare,
<o:p></o:p>Tell anyone he was with me, now I don't care.
<o:p></o:p>The first time I saw him was a crash on my bike,
<o:p></o:p>He came to take me, but it did not end my life.
<o:p></o:p>My soul was thrust in my body; back to my strife.
<o:p></o:p>I had children to be born, women to make my wife.<o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p>
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He was there when my friend died of Hep. C,
<o:p></o:p>The last deadly gift that he unknowingly gave me,
<o:p></o:p>A blood pact we made to care for his son Creed,
<o:p></o:p>He passed me the disease, but bound, I did the deed.<o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p>
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The Death Angel rejoiced going to the Hospice in Kent,
<o:p></o:p>He took my Mother's soul when to Heaven it was sent.
<o:p></o:p>He went to the hospital as my Father's life was spent.
<o:p></o:p>When I don't feel him with me to death is where he went.<o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p>
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So I go through life looking forward to death,
<o:p></o:p>Even though my Death Angels' there with every breath.
<o:p></o:p>My hope is failing; I sink into despairs depth,
<o:p></o:p>I won't know when it's coming only when it's gone forth.<o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p>
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My legs are failing my body grows numb,
<o:p></o:p>I pray every night for my soul he will come.
<o:p></o:p>My Death Angel's with me when to pain I succumb,
<o:p></o:p>My Death Angel's mercy I'm begging for some.<o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p>
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When darkness comes and my shadow disappears,
My Death Angel lies with me; I know he's always here.
I lay with him nightly and when sleep draws near,
<o:p></o:p>I feel his warm embrace and his breath in my ear.<o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p>
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I no longer fear him or what he will do,
<o:p></o:p>I'll be with the Death Angel until my life is through.
<o:p></o:p>We are old friends now that much is true.
<o:p></o:p>He'll take my soul to heaven, I'll find peace too.<o:p></o:p>
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An original poem by Jerry K. Warner
