albia choobie

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When angels cry, their tears never fade away. But when i cry, i shed tears of blood, leaving my clothes stained in the color of deep red for the sorrows of the spirit and the death of the soul. As blood descends from the sky and the storm that rages, the sun turns to darkness and we come to know night as day while we see our memories go by on the winds of fate. When angels cry they bring the heavens rain but when i cry my tears leave red marks on my face because i live in a world that is so full of hate and it seems like a struggle just to do the right thing. Looking at so much people suffering in this god forsaken world then in the end all you have left is your faith so the angels of heaven sing for the prayers that i say. When angels cry they shed their tears to the river of life, but when i cry the tears i shed become a river of blood. Because life is hard but still it is a precious gift and maybe one day i hope that the stars wil shift but till the end in my heart, my tears of blood shall continue while recite to the world the psalms of a saint so that maybe one day, i may have the chance to be with the angels in the glory of the Creator’s place.