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The angel came to threaten me but was not prepared for the sight of me. I was ready and waiting for him. I have had to deal with many of his kin.
I was waiting on the shore to meet him as I have many before. They arrive with lighting flash expecting they will turn me to ash. With their wings unfurled and their swords help high they lose their purpose when they meet my eye.
They all surrender unto me they beg their Lord to set them free. They all submit to me they can’t resist they need to drink of me.
Here I am on the shore with piles of fallen angels’ wings galore. The angry lights in the sky is Him furious with his troops who can no longer fly.
My conquests
So they may come and come again I shall conquer all. I fear not their fiery swords may they come in ones or come in hoards!
They only need to meet my eye for them to lose the will to fly. So I collect their wings and they learn the joys of other things.
So here am I upon the shore thinking not of the day when they will come no more.For now I rest on feathered bed with my fallen angels at my feet and head.
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