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Death Angels
written by chaoticthoughts05:06 AM 12/8/04| The whimsical orchestra of the death angels play. All in black cloaks, with glorious wide spread wings. They arise from the depths, not hell nor heaven. They come prepared to collect the souls of those who chose a different path for death. With their admiralable beauty, fierce perplexed stare, they know what they must do. Gather all the souls of those who wanted to die. They lead them to a higher space. Where nothing is wrong and no one person is right. This rapture is neither heaven or hell, its is simply an existence; of all who came to a greater knowledge within themselves. The death angels welcome you with open arms. Awaiting your arrival. No need to be frightened, no need to be defensive. Everything is equal, here with the Death Angels. |
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