I am no Angel

a menacing stare could kill the proprietor. a star in the sky the moon by the light miracles abound but, why, why am i still alive? Angel have their feathery cherubs, fluttering into the deep blue. Angels have their sanity, speaking words of wisdom. The day of the coming inches nearer beckoning for me to be good but i am no angel. i am no such feathery thing.

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