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    I Look up in the sky and watch as angels and demons fight

    my heart beating at the sight of a angel dying in the Light

    i hear the demon laugh out loud but is it really proud of

    defeating the angel that swooped out to do battle in the clouds

    I watch the angel now falling to the ground a hand stretched out asking for help

    i look around to see bodies burning all over the ground

    holding my hand out i summon my spear

    it is time i say to fight my fear

    the demon looks at me an laughs

    mortal you shall not Last

    i give out a battle cry and let my spear fly

    then yell out in triumph as the demon dies

    suddenly i stop when i realize that i was the only one to survive

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    SilverGirl commented on poem

    12-13-2009

    And survive you did.. as in your story, you know as well as I do that the Good Lord helped in weilding your shield and pointing it to where it was meant to hit.. Keep strong dear friend.. Hugs SG
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    Morris commented on poem

    06-22-2009

    i like the battle cry and the power of the battle only to find all is lost because the only one is u very good
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    satch commented on poem

    06-16-2009

    Hey the very thought of being the only survivor is really a thought of sheer lonliness and makes you wonder how you ended up watching this battle? I was there when you threw that sword tho'
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    magati commented on poem

    03-31-2009

    didnt much understand it but the flow ids good...which demons and angels are these u fighting...personal or worlds'
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    mistyparish commented on poem

    03-30-2009

    Wow, I like this a lot.
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    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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