The Plains of Gold
I cant believe that happened. I was shot down on the street! In my time of dying I clenched my
dear son's hand and told him "Don't worry boy the angels are gonna take your daddy home."
Well I'm here and there are no angels? I cried out to Jesus and i hear no words.
My last words to my son where a lie. At least I could die easy. He promised to meet me in the
middle of the sky where i could get my wings. Instead I see a open plane filled with unusual
creatures and the grass is gold? I got on my knees and prayed to the Almighty above and he
sent me his Archangel who slashed me with his great sword. Then his angel Gabriel came into my
soul and gave me perfect knowledge. I care no more for my son. Let his earth, his angels take
care of him.
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