Dark Angel

The darkest angel you will fear,
will come from somewhere very near.
His soul is blacker than the night,
he comes and ties your soul up tight.

You'll never ever get set free,
cause he needs to kill the bee.
There is a change that you won't like,
you need run get on your bike.

The people that all look for hate,
should open up another gate.
I know you think this love ain't real,
but we all know you have to feel.

There is someone who comes to to heal,
and make the plannet want to feel.
There is some good and it's not bad,
I hope this poem makes you glad.

Of death an love, I've seen them both,
the life you want, I think you'll loath.
Remember this we will be one,
we will all join and see the sun.

By Ian McEwan, © 2011, All rights reserved.
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