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cannot publicly acknowledge the existence of angels, Such an outrageous act has been outlawed by the council. So here I am to tell you about these nonexistent beings. They come from a place called heaven, a serene place Lying in the clouds that do not fade; they are everlasting. In heaven they soar free, using their feathery wings, Which glisten like scheelite in the eternally dawning sun. Their halos are a gold, 10 carats more pure than the element, And seemingly glow, even in the most minimal light. And their souls, as pure as a diatomic gas, As white as the everlasting magnesium flame. But most importantly, their souls glow like the firey sun, Always ready to make us happy, and eternal in existence. But I once again forget, as a note is passed my way, That “angels,” in fact, “do not actually exist” Signed, The council. It also says to stop talking about these forms, Or I will be detained... then executed... Welp, that’s a sour note to leave on... Bye.
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Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
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cannot publicly acknowledge the existence of angels, Such an outrageous act has been outlawed by the council. So here I am to tell you about these nonexistent beings. They come from a place called heaven, a serene place Lying in the clouds that do not fade; they are everlasting. In heaven they soar free, using their feathery wings, Which glisten like scheelite in the eternally dawning sun. Their halos are a gold, 10 carats more pure than the element, And seemingly glow, even in the most minimal light. And their souls, as pure as a diatomic gas, As white as the everlasting magnesium flame. But most importantly, their souls glow like the firey sun, Always ready to make us happy, and eternal in existence. But I once again forget, as a note is passed my way, That “angels,” in fact, “do not actually exist” Signed, The council. It also says to stop talking about these forms, Or I will be detained... then executed... Welp, that’s a sour note to leave on... Bye.
If anyone has listened to the podcast Welcome to Night Vale, you’ll know where my inspiration for the denial of said winged creatures. If not, listen to it, it’s a funny sci-fi comedy podcast. Also again, look up any names that you don’t know, chemistry is pretty cool too.
Ayn
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20/M/Wherever I May Roam
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
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