Ignorant AngelsA Story by Zeitgeist ManifestoLove Overkill
Every Night I walk to the edge of my bed. I fall on my knees and thank the lord
for surviving another day. I pray that he will see me through the night. As I open my eyes, four strands of light are cast down from Heaven. A Beam strikes each corner of my bed. I kneel there and watch them appear from thin air. Their Armor shines in the moonlight. Four Warriors.... Proud and Strong. They have a look in their eyes that could cut through steel, but they also have a pulsating warmth radiating from within their bodies. Their skin is slightly lacking in color. Their hair is looks as if it is hotter than the flames of hell itself. Their wings are beautiful and elegant. They glow. These warriors are Regal. Their presence could only be remotely described with such a word. They stand with their weapons at the ready. They don't lean or move an inch. I lie in bed and wonder what is on the other side of these walls, ready to strike. What could be so destructive that they can't even blink? They just stand there looking like lifeless statues....watching...waiting... I've said hello. I've told jokes. I've even insulted them. They never budge. I've tried to talk to them about my problems, but they never reply. They are not here to make any friends. What kind of "Angels" are these? They have no concern for my feelings. They never take their eyes off of it. They stand in defiance of it. They are waiting for it to attack. They are determined to destroy it. WHAT IN HELL IS IT!!? They have me completely boxed in. How can I rest in this prison cell? Eternal damnation is only but an arms length away. This tiny Island of Heaven has turned into a personal Hell. I have the might of righteousness surrounding me, yet...I am forced to talk to my own shadow. I have never felt so lonely. I'm growing tired of these Ignorant Archangels. What ever happened to the Blissful Cherubs that would sing me to sleep every night? Actions prove stronger than words. There is no greater love than the love that causes one to lay down his life for another, but sometimes it's just nice to hear it. © 2010 Zeitgeist ManifestoAuthor's Note
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