<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Angel of Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An Angel without pity, <br>No conscience ridden whore, <br>She haunts the field of battle.<br>She’s seen the cost of war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the faces of the dying<br>She’s reflected in their eyes.<br>She coming to collect their souls, <br>Not listen to their sighs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She clearly fascinates them<br>As they gurgle blood and die.<br>They find her mesmerizing<br>Like the hunting cobra’s eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the dying she‘s a beauty<br>unlike any seen before.<br>Still they’d rather be in Paris, <br>Smoking Gitaines with some whore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420189" data-title="The Angel of Death de John F. McCullagh" data-description="An Angel without pity, No conscience ridden whore, She haunts the field of battle. She’s seen the cost of war. In the faces of the dying She’s reflected in their eyes. She coming to collect their souls, Not listen to their sighs. She clea..."></div> </div> </div>

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