The death calls
There is no time
frame
It can knock the
door
Any time of the
day
The dark angel
Floating in the
air
Watching from afar
Waiting to make
his call
The mortals on
Earth
They have to
keep alert
The dark angel
has his pick
What he sees in
his eyes
We will say
It is natural causes
It is by
accidents
It is by murders
But is the dark angel
He decides whom
to pick
The death calls for
the mortals
We will never
know at all
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