"When you see a brick wall, I see a vast mural. When you mock the defenseless, I am the one who keeps his legs moving." Said a mysterious voice. "Your different, I can feel your dense vibe. It is not evil, it is not good," said the voice. "But I can see, I can see that you are the unattainable," the voice said. "Your sling shot is my sling shot, your voice is my voice, and your genes are my genes." Said the voice.
The demon man whipped his head around to see who it was, but nothing but cold dark stood behind him. His heart soaked blood, and his stomach bore butterflies.
"But while I shine lights, you shine poison. You call yourself a rogue reaper, well I call myself the angle of voilence," said the voice. "Son they call me war, and I have came to grant you your punishment for abandoning God."
Soon white wings started to grow from the back of the man. Bones and blood were ruthlessly ripped from his body like a plant breaking a rock in half. The man's scream bellowed across every building, every street, and every ear of a shaking child. The white feathers of the wings that now hanged from the rogue reaper started flapping. "No! No please I don't want to face his wrath!" Screamed the man.
The wings carried the man up to the sky slowly. And out in the distance, he saw an umbrella. It was slowly gliding across the mighty sky, but falling. It's dark color made it hard for an eye to spot, but the man saw it as the wings carried him to his demise. The man envied that the umbrella got to touch concrete eventually. He wanted to switch places with it, he wanted the umbrella to have these wings, he wanted it to be hollering for freedom. But no, this reaper knew the terrible pain that laid ahead.
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