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Are all Angels good?

This morning I saw an Angel. Whether you believe in them or not, I saw It. I wish I hadn’t. It hovered outside my window pointing an accusing finger at me. I instantly fell to my knees and screamed to the heavens above as my mind was flooded with all the horrific images for which my Soul is guilty. I also saw my own death and let me assure you that I do not go peacefully in my sleep. Being too horrible to fully transcribe my passing to you, I will however be able to give you an impression of what I felt and heard; blinding pain, deafening screaming, and the sickening moist snap of bone breaking within the flesh that surrounds them. I then wept as I realized that I was doing this all to myself. Through moist eyes I looked back to the Angel. He then grinned, nodded his head and disappeared.