Where angels fear to tread
The land of the living
Where all are dead
Are angels fool or wise?
This I do not know
What I do know is that everyone finally dies
Where wicked are none
And caring are plenty
Off towards where fear treads lightly
I know I go gently
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Author:
illia (Pseudonym) (
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