Angel of Death
The Angel of Death, what a sweet angel he isHe always does his job right and happily
He does not ask for anything or forbid anything
He is an angel who does his own pleasing
This angel is ridiculed and is disrespected
Only because he is strong and follows no one
He does what nobody else can or wants to do
This angel is my friend, my brother, myself
I love this angel, yet I hate him
I fear him, yet I welcome him
He does not love or hate
Because emotions do not stop him
He has many names and many fans
But more hate him than they love him
He is my hero and my ally, but he is my enemy
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