I as I look to find what reason there was for God to send me an angel I see nothing, I only see a once good life turned into that of sin, I see the doings of a lost child doing the work of Satan, Seeing him sinning like that of society, Yet as I sit here in my darkened room trying to intertwine your exsistance in my life I see the truth, The truth that you may not be one of God's divine but of Satan's most high, A dark angel here to comfort my sorrow's, One sent by Satan to show me his way with your compassion and care for me, Or are you a lost soul like myself needing to be with another.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this for My Dark Angel Amanda to show her I still think about her in every moment of my life
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