The Angels Death - Poem by Timothy Long
oh long ago an angel came to this earth in the form of a human mortal, now the clouds are heaving with angst and sorrow for a ledgend and an angel died today, all because of a great cause he belived in, the rain dropped to the ground weeping teardrops that touched the faces of thousands, the thunder sparked the black sky with delirious madness, the hated tryant and beloved mytr died to end a bloody war that forced brothers to kill eachother and to free a trapped race of the slaved, that man is the great abraham lincoln, abe was assinatied by the evil who he tried to help, killed by a tratior and south lover john wilkes booth, there is a saying once he belongs where he once came from, he was an angel and we destroyed him, now he's among his kin and looking down on us with sorrow in his eyes, but we must never forget him, and the good that he has done, never forget he tried to save us from the evils that we were commiting but in the end he was killed never forget
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