Angels are always with
You and me.
Don't laugh at
Be serious.
Hell is the place
Where they appear first,
And asked to be.
Once there was a garden
You and me with
And we made it hell
An angel appeared where
You and me.
Yah! It is a must.
God wants angels
Not to be in heaven
But in the hell, fabricated.
Why do you laugh?
You and me with angels sent.
Soul and body,
Mind and sense
Are the place where it be! ! !
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