I don't own Gunnm/Battle Angel
Broken parts,
Missing pieces,
My body is a wreck.
Torn asunder,
It's a wonder,
I didn't break my neck.
Death is waiting,
Anticipating,
To come and take my life.
To reap my soul,
That is not whole,
With his gleaming scythe.
But today he won't win,
For you come in,
And take me away.
You fix me up,
And polish me,
So I gleam like a sunray.
You are my god,
And I love you,
Your metallic angel.
And I pray,
From the bottom of my heart,
That our lives go well.
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