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    The Sound Of Angels Crying In The Dark
    The Sound Of Angels Crying In The Dark
    The Sound Of Angels Crying In The Dark
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    The Sound Of Angels Crying In The Dark

    By Shane Ervin

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    Spritual journey in my life through the sorrow  and pain that shatters hearts. And the haunting of my own morality searching for the truth what it is to be.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShane Ervin
    Release dateMar 12, 2019
    ISBN9781386147664
    The Sound Of Angels Crying In The Dark
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    Shane Ervin

    Shane Ervin is a writer and artist from Nashville, Tennessee. He graduated from Middle Tennessee State University with a degree in fine arts. His book entitled Does This Straitjacket Make Me Look Fat? is he first published work. 

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      The Sound Of Angels Crying In The Dark - Shane Ervin

      RAIN DROPS

      Rain drops

      Like tears of an angel

      Falling, falling from grace

      Bombarding the ground

      Like hell’s fire

      Smashing, smashing from sin

      Rain drops

      Like merciful souls

      Rising, rising from salvation

      ON VALENTINE’S DAY

      On valentine’s day

      A cold shivering feeling came upon me

      When I walked down the hallway

      The hall seemed to go on forever

      My feet felt as though

      They weighed a thousand pounds

      As I continued my throat began to dry

      As if a cotton plant grew

      From my belly to my throat

      Closing my airway

      Gasping for air

      The end of the hallway gets nearer

      As the last step appears fear comes over

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