Frightened souls, we often feel lost and desperate.
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Shadows, shrouds, chill and dark
Imagined fate, fears spark.
On all of the angels,
Those we loved, those we fled,
Watched for wings through ages
Those alive or those dead.
And yet so far to date,
No feathers do alight,
Disappointed and lost
Spirits yearn despite cost.
No awe-filled, stark, golden moment
To give us all a clue
Only vapid dark entombment
After clawing this life through.
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