Gabriel wept, Gabriel cried his God was not there , his God on whom he relied. This was frightening this was new without God by his side what was he to do.
He was always there at his side , Gabriel was his Archangel he lead the heavenly troops but with his God away Gabriels feelings were beginning to droop.
The Devil got cocky the Devil got loud. What’s up Gabe boy,what’s up with you now? The Devil got up and strode to the bar and ordered a coffee from the un-dead barista, the poor guy did as he was told he was surprised he could get up, shit he felt cold!
Death returned but he was looking very tired he had a rag tag line of good souls that he had acquired. He sat down at the table next to Gabriel and announced he was feeling his age. He had lost sight of his three brothers they were still out on the rampage!
War, Famine and Pestilence were having a ball they were scouring the planet and laying it to waste for once and for all. Death was too tired, he had lost his grip his bones were aching and his feet were giving him gip! He ordered one last latte and waited for the count , it was black outside everywhere, riots and murder the death toll was a rising amount.
Gabriel wept, Gabriel cried his God was not there , his God on whom he relied. This was frightening this was new without God by his side what was he to do.
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