D. It's me or time

1 eternal minute.

The time has come,
For the angels' gathering
Near the gates of hell
Without their perfect lucid robes
Or their melodic tranquilizing harps

The time has come
I think I can see her,
Her carefree way of walking
The eyes of death look at her,
It's she the only one
But doesn't stop?

Passes by
The angels peer
She touches them
Hugs them
Kisses them

What an unbearable thing to watch!
My dagger screams
"You used me to kill God
I'll use you to kill her"