Angels 2nd Advent by Lucifer Venus (e novels for free txt) 📖

The tragedy endlessly repeated in order to fulfill desires, the lust for conquest making people bend to your will, a thrill intense enough to make you shudder. To find pleasue in the pain we bring onto others why has this become natural have we all become so blind to misery that we cant see past our own narrow minded goals of self gratification. In the end when we finally become aware of theses transgressions you see the shell of your former self whats left is the monster haha dont dare beg for forgiveness now because deep down you know your beyond it no priest no prayer no drug or alcohol can make the memories fade. Those who make mistakes blame themselves and close their hearts. It's impossible to fix the mistake; men can't return to the past. That's why they drink. Drunks sliding alcohol down their throats to try to dilute the memories that can't be forgotten. That light of innocences that filled our eyes in youth now has faded like a bonfire whose blazes have smolthered down to darken ashes & ambers like stars blanketed by clouds are eyes become pitch black our minds transcend to a world without law without morals and ethics pain is pleasure sin is a luxury while suffering is an everyday reality.I am the angel who stands outside of the light because i know of its nonpurity the dush has always been know as a home to me but yet at midnight i find myself looking up at luna under her i lay surrounded by tombstones those thought themselves holier then thou the blessed fools heaven will be seen above while black blooded saints suffer in horrors more tragic then dantes inferno. Hell my brethren isn't only after death this big blue marble called earthis nothing but an intro to sorrow & suffering thats right a man made hell. I lay here in eyes open reflecting on the things i rather forget but my inner demons drag me to nightmares the break downs the rage tears of blood wishing for heart to beat to hope for something anything..maybe even angels are driven be devils so no one is beyond judgement.

So the sweeping sadness smothers this dream, huh?
Kick back the days that have passed. Yes, so heartlessly.
Once we curse even the nostalgic, unreturnable days... I wonder what we'd be able to do?
Without even knowing the meaning of glory without unholiness.

The senses that I should have thrown away are revived.
While putting on a face of calmness, I hid the accelerating irritation.
Feelings will never be useful. But my heart can't catch up.

I told the fallen angel, who descended for a treacherous scenario, "I realized why you are outside the light."
It's because you prefer light that isn't pure white.
If only I could have continued smiling, within a lifetime of love,
Without ever knowing the meaning of solitude.

Publication Date: 10-13-2013

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Celestial Being