The Angel of Death


Every day, the battle gets harder
We turn around, and the people we love are no longer
Each loss builds another piece of armor
It will never be the same
Regret eats my core
But I look strong
It could be worse
God gives his strongest battles to his toughest soldiers
But I am weak.
Every bullet damages a part of me
Every death is the death of me
My emotions, I can't control
The sorrow controls me
I am just another soldier for God
His loyal servant
who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders

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