Dreaming

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  • Dedicated to My true love
                                    

The nightmares continue. running from what can only be the devil himself. Screaming in the fire pits of hell as darkness descends upon us. Any hope we had was only drowned out by the pain filled screams of the forgotten. Why is this happening? Why has she abandoned us, her children of light.

Waking up. One of the many things I appreciate everyday. I hurry into the shower and gather my belongings, staying is not something I do. Slowly I head down the stairs so I don't wake the family that took me in the night before. Drenched from head to toe from the pouring rain. Though I am grateful and will probably never see them again I need to move quickly. For their lives and mine. I'm not running necessarily from anything. Most people probably think I'm just a homeless young girl trying to stay alive, though that last part is correct. I'm not homeless, and if they new how old I really am then they might see me in a whole new light.

About 300 years ago the heavens opened up and angels started to live amongst humans. Angels aren't the winged beings you read about in the bible, they are just eternal presence, even if killed, their soul would still linger the Earth. Though some fell in love and started families, though it never ended well. Angels live forever and when humans die, their soul finds its way back the the Goddess and their lover is destined to live without them for the rest of eternity.

The Goddess, she stands tall, the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on. Her long white hair flowing down her back and her porcelain skin, flawless in the light. Though she stands still, never moving, never speaking.

Im running to the Goddess, I can see it coming. The dreams grow more vivid, I see the earth being torn apart and the demons destroying our home. Taking over. What was once a technology rich, peaceful place, is left in ruin. Houses burning to the ground hate filling the hearts of humans, turing their backs on the angels and civil war breaking out. Food shortage, disease, and death. My dreams are never wrong. The only question is, will the Goddess help me?

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