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of all the things left untouched...the things that have not been beaten from this world weary both....the one thing that has yet to be stolen from me is the one thing that gives me comfort when everything else drives me to the edge of my sanity. i can feel it rising inside, soaking in my anger, i can hear its laugh ringing through my skull, i can taste the bitterness of it, it consumes every inch of me and i am left as nothing, yet something at the same time. What little shred of sanity i have left is dangled high enough above me as to remain out of reach, what little hope i have left of recovering from this state is drowned out by the unbearable sorrow i hold within. Everything shatters and my reality is revealed to be a false dream, one that i have made up for my own sake. The other angels condemn me, hate me...they mean to sacrifice me so as to purge my sins from the world, to share my perfection with all, but i will not have it! i know what i must do, but i cannot destroy such a wonderful body...i cannot share with the ignorant mass of "human beings" all of my wonderful feelings, i willl not lef my tears be used as rain, i will not have my blood used as a river for life! i will escape some how and take my followers, the others to be sacrificed and i shall create a place where we can live happily, so that no one will be able to distueb us.

(what'd you think? I thought i'd get back into my old habit and write about tortured angels again.)