In a place of no clocks or maps an angel of death hovers over the earth, it's shadow a harbinger to many, only of hopeful interest to those who scavenge the souls remains if they can and unnoticed by those not affected in the larger realms of existence though they two are stalked by their own savage death agents. Yet all, on warm days, may know the warmth of Gods graces.
The angel strikes with little warning but does not always take.
The threat is ever known by all but the urge for life is strong and more come to bolster the angels potential gifts to God.
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