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Angel
Angels are everywhere. Didn’t you know?
They are hidden in all the secret places you go.
Like spies in disguise.
They are wise with their eyes.
They work around they clock.
They are as solid as a rock.
They are warriors and carriers of many barriers.
They have shields and swords and grant many awards.
They are responsible for helping those who need them.
And, grant messages for those who read them.
Although, they fly up high into the sky,
They are around on the ground, whether, they make a sound.
Why?
You will remember, later, when you die.
For now, it is a secret. But, you will discover it.
They know where you go.
They know who you are.
They are always near.
And, never far.