I heard a breeze of harps and ease,the brightness once far to bright it's harsh to gaze with my own two eyes,i don't perceive what to call it now. i sighted, well perhaps a will,possibly i saw my own everyday good;and bad.If i wasn't there i would not have. however i had been so now i remain disturbed, i endure with sensation that there is something greater out there, nor pleasant or displeasing nor my ally this jest is nothing but superior to man in everyway possible.
I've said"please don't exist" nevertheless, Now i see, it wasn't harsh, nor bitter, it was beaming a bright Angel.Far possibly the most radiant being i have ever seen,i herd its call as from only heaven could enlighten,the word hell was concealed. This angel's light only too blinding for my return,A dragons fire or a star waking up for high to admire.I alone will never be so enthusiastic,this is belief that even with the companions and the family i have, there has always been one there for when i doubt,at least there exists someone to save me.
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