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Through fog and flashes of light they descended into the farmers field. It was night when I looked out my window to discover the creatures walking in stupor an unearthly sight. Their eyes shined like white marbles. A faintly dispelling of fur from their wings. Blonde and frail the women were confused and tired. I opened my door to signal my benevolent intentions.
Eventually they fell to the floor in my study. To my amazement these were genuine angels. The most docile pure and beautiful of any female bestowed upon the Earth. I asked where they derived from and though fatigued within seconds I saw a transference from the creatures to mind a vision of heaven with golden palaces.
Tall and unreal epileptic in composure but human in appearance an eerie motion. The wall reliefs showed the story of God and how he came to smother all with tyranny and psychosis so that all in heaven rejected the prayers of the innocent. God was veiled on his throne but when he showed his face he had the resiliency of a slithering snake festering at the pores through slow methodical manner of speaking. How we were tricked so easily to think that an entity who claimed control of everything wasn’t anything other than a sociopath?
The angels before me in my study showed the rebellion in which those who reside in heaven disobeyed the irrational commands to deny the wishes of prayers and to allow suffering of children. A column of smoke changed night to day and the angels held onto my legs shaking in fear.
The deceased dog from two weeks ago emerged from the grave and spoke “I am God! I can inhabit anything I want! You know too much and now you must go to hell”. I grabbed my hammer and put it down. What kind of creator makes those he created kill one another? He will appear again until finally he succeeds in killing me. But I ask to myself “why doesn’t he just order it now and save the trouble?” “Because I want all to experience fear! Without it I am nothing!” proclaimed God.
Birds flew through as swords pointed upward the saintly images of ants carrying crumbs while the human eyeball sat idle on the chair. God in his infinite wisdom raped those angels and cast both from his kingdom. These visions I cannot remove.
Merely a dream I said to myself as I awoke. Inside a ship in the density of outer space in route to the cargo station where the last Earthling of Planet II was exiled. I embark upon the wavering tentacles tightening as the door opens. The irritable red of the pulsating tissue covers the entrance hall.
I near closer to the unspoiled room where according to my dossier the Earthling kept paintings and sculptures. A painting inside of a painting depicts an unknown work which has never been validated in any book. Disjointed from my slumber I must cut away the alien life form to study the painting.
The door opens and I’m safe inside no longer bothered by the unknown life form. I find a skeleton in the study.
A permanent face doubles over one another as the painting is stuck in between dimensions incapable of appearing to the human eye. Thus anything in view is sent away with it.
