Thursday, November 6, 2008
breed of us
The angels are many and they look just like you and me. The demons are all over and they look just like you and me. This is not the movies or anything of the kind. It does not symbolize anything other than reality. There is another breed of us that has all the same qualities as the above mentioned with just one exception; and these people have it worse of than anyone; they are caught between these two entities while being influenced from every angle to do this or that. There is no clear connection with anything. Inside their chest beats a heart filled with fear and anxiety that is masked in work, in play, in school, or in the everyday activities of a fast moving life. If they stop for even a second, the voices come from within and make every minute of every day a living hell from the inside out. Look around and see the world around you. See how everything is disconnected and secretive. Watch them walk, listen to them talk and not one word has even a reseblance of something new. The angels are easy to find, it's the demons that are more difficult to find because they often live right out in front of you where they are sure not to be seen.
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