The angel of death surrounds me
An icy cold touch, a deadly spree
4 souls in hours have been touched
2 have lost the life they clutched
2 more, hovering, may go either way
If that unfeeling angel has his way
And lest I be tempted to ignore
Last night his touch brushed my core
Though unknown to all was my intent
Someone his taking my soul did prevent
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