The marble ruined arches stud high on the highest peak of the heavens, thrust out from one of the arches stud part of a bridge that seemed to be hung their, but where was it going? Maybe it lay in its name the bridge of hope. Suspended nothing around and if one where to fall it would last an eternity, Yep the angles death place! not even these fine wings will help here. This horrid place. It stank with the stench of battles, The stench of every battle that ever roared both in heaven hell and that whole of a place “the earthly plain”. From every bow that was shot to every bomb that lay it’s destruction this is the place where you here the screams. It’s funny how I ended up here, at this place, the witness to the first blood shed. Look how it glows, radiant like a woman expecting her first born. there are no souls left just me dying my shoulders draped over the edge, blood oozing from neck falling for ever, and I smile. This place will not collect. Not one drop of this precious liquid will grace its cavities. Look how it cries. Cries for more, an unquenchable thirst that will starve. Starve for ever. Then I remember
Ahhhh I screamed with joy as I banged the but of my sword firmly against my gold moulded chest plate, with the design of my god firmly etched on, the eyes made with perching red blood rubies. my other hand firmly clenched in the air my knuckles baring their gold pointed studs My linen white wings out stretched for that split second in all their splendour lined with studs for inflecting the most damage I possibly could. I was positioned in the third line from the front in a Coolum that stud five thousand deep and one mile across.
Why are you so happy a voce said to my left. Happy I’m ******* ecstatic. I can see that but why? This is going to be the battle of battles, heaven is going to shake with the cry of war!
I was born and died for this moment. To stand here, and fight this glorious battle. So I say bring it on death to all who appose.
When I was alive I always knew that I was meant to do something never knowing what it was. But standing here I know, I know what my purpose was. It was always to stand here, can you knot feel it? Open your heart and know that we where all meant to stand here and fight this glorious fight, scream with joy! As your sword pierces the heart of your enemy.
2007-03-04
11:16:58
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i know it needs to be edited
2007-03-04
11:30:39 ·
update #1
i know it needs to be edited
2007-03-04
11:30:40 ·
update #2