A poem about angels and the destination after death. In terms of the series NCIS ...
A new job
"Good day my dear," says the angel,
"Good day my dear," says the angel,
in the form of a little boy.
No one seems to see
and so leave it all.
But I see his true self, can deceive
because he did not.
He smiles at me and takes my hand.
leads me finally to a foreign country.
This is so beautiful and weird at the same time,
rises in the middle of a desert, a dike.
appears with full force, the sun,
although the sky is crying terribly.
the angels appear to see here all
smiled and led me into a large hall.
amazed by the beauty I see around me,
Admire the paintings and turn me around.
"Where are we here?" I ask.
Softly he whispers to me "I lead you."
Slowly we go
the uncomfortable feeling is spreading.
Suddenly we are in front of a man
cautiously he approached me.
"to Caitlin Todd, you are dead,
The law in heaven, have bought you."
Unable to say something to bear
my fate.
Sinke I on the floor,
but I do not begin to rage.
Accept in my being, this change,
For it seems that not is all over.
"A guardian angel shalt thou be"
says the man, and both leave me alone.
saw every day, my friends,
future, invisible, for everyone.
at my new fate tied
but ultimately resigned to the task. 
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