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Necessary Angels

The man was enthralled
By his own personal eulogy
Tranced out by the beat
Of his shown curse for tragedy
No stranger to the art of illusion
Master of a most peculiar delusion
Somehow requiring
The attendance of angels
Had irreversably become
The dust of his addiction
Settling for a selection
Of private afflictions
He was scared of any situation
Sorounding leaving his yard now
Stares at all the stars
Near and far now
His crippled charisma
Now a constant case
Of disheveled and disabled
Under the weather
Unable
All action required
All yesteryears admired
A short window of distraction
Now mourning the aftermath
Of this extraction
A time to placate
His sense of laughter
Close his door
Leave him to his thoughts
His life hereafter
We
His necessary angels
Speak to you
From the strong to the meek
Please
If you would sir
Let him sleep