They searched , they over turned countries, cities towns
They lay waste to plains of crops and wherever there was joy they brought frowns.
The sick got sicker the wars got worse not one corpse would follow Death
No matter the mutilation, the cancer or the agony no one took their last sweet breath.
The angel of death was in despair, his boss Death was unsure what to do
War plague and famine had never had so much fun no lack of suffering, and that was true.
Governments around the world had meetings, the dead drew up and begged for oblivion
The angel of death could take no more, he went above his boss’s head, he new it was his wrong.
He crept slowly into the halls of heaven, the holy light
Bathed his body with the warmth he had long forgot.
The beauty of what he so missed , reminded him of what he was not.
He wept, he sobbed and grieved. Then he hear the Father’s voice.
Forgive me Father I need to see you I have no choice.
The face of the Father full of love and warmth looked down on his errant son.
He knew of course before the angel spoke exactly why he had come.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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