Beauty of death 2
Angelic wings,
white bright light.
This time round you know,
things are going to be alright.
This aura of pure bliss,
this sense of sheer happiness,
comes from the angel of Death.
You chose the side for which it would come.
The day your deeds paid off,
the day you left with no regrets.
Your journey has just begun.
It's arrival you anticipate,
your departure you celebrate.
You chose the side for which it would come.
Lifted your soul,
kept you under its wings.
Welcome.
Bliss
Eternal pleasure.
Heaven
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