The Angels Ascended ch. 1-3Chapter 1 RegretThe Angels Ascended ch. 1-3
War… I used to think that the nature of war was solely to destroy, to tear people apart. Nothing good could ever come from war. I also used to think that I understood the nature of love, but love that blossoms in an office or in a bar and exists within a life lived in ease cannot compare to the love that one finds in a world lost to pain and death. It’s hard to truly know what it is like to need someone when you live in decadence. The moment the horizon turns to a bleak inky black when that first bomb goes off and all hope is lost, you finally come to understand why human civilization was able to
we are like the deathin this, the solitary dance unending, we are like the deathwe are like the death
We find ourselves wandering But we don’t know where we’re going So we sit and wait seeming To have abandoned our hearts’ yearnings
And begun the funereal processions Dragging with us grimy headstones.
We march across a grassy field Shackled in irons that will not yield Pretending that they are for us a bezel
Fancying ourselves some kind of treasure When in truth our worth would measure
Up as something not worth seizure.
Cold and gray the night sky’s pallor
everyday...story ch. 3Chapter 3 In hindsight it was probably a bad ideaeveryday...story ch. 3
Black. Everything was so black. A numbing pain stole the feeling of comfort from the pillow molded to the man’s neck. The dominant feeling in his body was one of pain; in his throat, he felt as if his stomach were trying to balloon its way out of the cavity behind his lungs and escape through his mouth, and the pain farther down was excruciating, like having a jagged metal pipe jammed in his gut. The tumultuous feeling in his bowels faded somewhat as the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the sound of air passing through his nostrils came to the fore
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