Angel Of Death Poem by kelly berry

The angel of death sits there in her throne
She holding a spear and choosing her victim
She pick a young women who young and innocent

Zap with the spear back down with a bang
The girl been hit and the angel of death is smiling
She smiles like a cat that just got given some cream

That girl just gave birth no time to hold her baby
That angel does not care about life or the young women
She got to stick with the system and she a record to keep.

The angel of death runs the spear down on the earth again
She know what happening and little time she has left
One after another she get what she needs to get

Seeing the souls being directed to heaven and hell
That angel does not care she a job to do a number in her head.
That she will try to bet