Greetings.
Welcome to my sanctuary.
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Would you like to get to know The
Angel ? The Angel of Death? Find out what you will, traveler.
A rose. Still life
displayed forever, no less than it deserves. Just like Laura, poor Laura,
who's face greeted your arrival into the Angel's Lair. Laura, the one who
began the circle, the one from which that which encompassas the 'all' came
from. In her lonely face, you can see life within death, Happiness within
despair, and contentment within longing.
"I heard someone crying.... Who tho' could it be?
Maybe it was a Angel calling out 'Come see' Or it could have been the Demon
wandrin' cross the sea. I heard someone crying, maybe it was me."
My screams and expressions are within. Ramblings....poetry....
nonsequential little bits and pieces of my scarred psyche. Whether they
are good or not isn't important, for they are enough for me. Would you
like to see them? Well then, inquire thee.
There is much more to come, here in these selections
of the mind. Return, someday, and more shall await you.
For now, visit the collection of self-evident truths about
The Angel of
Death's desires, feelings, and thoughts.
Comments and suggestions are welcomed by The Angel of
Death, who knows that perfection is impossible, while contentment is probable.
Help me with my domicile, oh traveler. Write to me in my lair.
Are you a wanderer in search of a home? Geocities would be delighted
to help.
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