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I am death with broken wings

Here in my corner I sit with my back to the world.
You can see my scars my broken wings,
for I am an angel with out a dream.
Don�t be fooled by my child-like state,
for I am more then a child with broken wings.
I have been to Rome on it�s greatest day,
seen the Titanic sink,
and the greatest wars the world has seen.
For I am death with broken wings.
Sitting in my corner waiting for the world to end.
For the souls to come in hand,
so I can take them into gods hand;
so judgment will be with one stroke of his hand,
and every man will have his day.
For I am death with broken wings,
leaving you to be judged
on your last day