ANGELS OF TEARS

ANGELS OF TEARS

A Story by DBURKE
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Angels of Tears
D.Burke
Spun in perfection and released to the care of one he calls mother. Her role to protect her little angel for she realize God has trusted her with a precious gift; a life, a soul granted to grow and spread fertility to the world in full maturity. This is not the fate of our sweet angels. They come from a perfect place of heaven full of agape love only to experience brutal rage and evil attacks against them. Who protects them when their keeper has grown hatred and neglect for their own extensions of themselves. Why do they feel pain and suffer from diseases that man birth from curiosity of wanting to have hands of God. Why do they struggle in their helpless hours crying without a word to spare for food, clothes, love. Why do they stand under the dark umbrella of a leaning tower of destruction that is destined to fall only because their keeper placed them in the shadows of death. Is there not one that realize these angels exist. We pour out in the tragedy of heinous brutality but not many are found as advocates before the draft of blood. What can we do to save these angels. If they continue to return so soon there is no hope for tomorrow. They are the innocent blood of the earth that promise tomorrow will go on; without them we will expire and there will be no more to observe.

© 2010 DBURKE


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This is quite profound my sister. I am moved by the quality and effective usage of your words. My heart is touched. I thank you.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

awww, this is so moving! The raw emotion is so great :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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awwww those r kinda my thoughts on it 2 my birth person is an was a horrible to me an my two sister(brooke , katelin)anna an aj (half siblings)would be devastated if joe ann got us instead of dad

Posted 14 Years Ago


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wow. Powerful and extremely moving. A cry for compassion in a troubled age.
Beautiful. I want to say more, but I was pretty blown away


Posted 14 Years Ago


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oh wow i could so feel the power i agree

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Sometimes there are things that happen in this world that I simply won't understand. This was thought provoking, thank you.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Why do the inncocent children suffer? Is it that God wants to take them "home" sooner? Very moving.

Patrick

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Deep, emotional write. I liked it and the points it makes. All good. Did you not use question marks on purpose? At first I thought so but after rereading I thought it might help the flow a little.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Sad indeed, but at the rate of population growth existence of a future isn't the problem it is the condition of the future we must worry about when it is handed down to a scorned and neglected generation. Very good write here.

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children are sacred...your point is clear

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My name is D.Burke. I was born and raised in Milwaukee WI. I write fiction horror/thrillers and poetry. I decided to pursue my writting career after the tragic loss of my eight year old daughter. My f.. more..

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