Angels and demons war in the halls of the hospital
Angels on guard against death and horror
Demons hiding in every clock's hands
In syringes and filaments, scalpels and fingernails
Demons bending around the doorways
But angels stand stately, steadfast beside beds
Taller than hospitals, reaching farther than heaven
If you die not remembering who you were in this life,
The demons can easily number you among the hordes
But one hand of an angel can save,
Point the way up, out of the din
To pass beyond living and dying, death and disease
Look for the eyes that cannot deceive
Or a light as bright as all of eternity.
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