Azrael

Angel of death and change reap my old ways

divine energy wash over me like a shower come to

me this hour ! Azrael you whom

comforts those whom

are about to die ore tears run down as I cry ore I know

not why you do what you do ,

dark angel of God you

whom hath no popularity

among other angels "

you whom carries the souls of the dead to heaven ; O angel of death free

us from chains of addiction to where we can be pure and come

to your shoar .

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741