This is burned into my mind as clear as the computer screen in front of my eyes...
Angels often hide in the shadow of fire for they know not that they burn. They smell the charring of flesh and see the bodies about their feet and think that they triumph where others fail. But they too burn by the same flame they cherish, screaming the words they forged from a mute God, damming the fire they fueled. But when the flame settles, and the last feather hits the ground, the world learns that even angels burn.....
Mystery Guild of Randomness
Life is Random, so are we!
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