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There is no established order in which I'll be posting these writings. 

June 19, 2001, Tuesday night

A young girl lost slumped on the grass 
Trying to forget what just came to pass
The tricks, the drugs, the games people play
Have all made her hang low in the grass this day.

The shivers and fear cause her body to shake
For all the bad folks their pleasure did take
How can she last through the pain and the grief
Looking around, she sees no relief.

Then angels touch down and lift her up high
They can't watch her live, they can't watch her die.
When she's lighter than air, there is no more hurt,
But down on earth's surface, she feels just like dirt.

In fact it was dirt that they covered her over
It could have been soft like a green bed of clover.
But a brown grave they dug and a part of her died,
And the little ones left, so sad, so they cried. 

The angels so softly set her down on a cloud,
They looked down below and saw the grave plowed.
They wrapped her in satin of billowy soft,
Love and care did they give her as she sat aloft. 

Bad sorts don't know what pain they bestow,
The evil wrapped round and her sadness did grow.
How can they hurt her sweet body so fragile
The soul grasping on and awaiting the pain still. 

They used her up over and over again,
But the soul now is gone and who knows since when?
So the thing that they used to fulfill their lust
Sits high on a cloud where she's found love and trust.

The angels swoop down to cover the bad ones
To make all their days gloomy without light of suns.
For how can such evil live on without tolls?
So evil ones cry in their dark, sunless holes. 

by some inside friends of Judi and angels ♥