Its wrong to play the role of god

Its sinful punish the innocent

And worse to punish the pure

Those are the lessons I have learned living in this hell hole called life

God sent me here to punish me

For the incidental sins I have committed

That's the way it works in heaven

It doesn't mater if it was an accident

You still committed a sin

One that harmed others

One that will not be forgotten

Is it fair?

To say one is fair

Is to lie

For in life

Their will always be two opinions

Whether you rescue a mortal from murder

The murder will think it unjust

And you will think opposite of him

So is it not right to say that nothing is fair?

At times I wish I wasn't me

I wish I hadn't had to feel the pains of others

To feel the sorrow of the world itself

Some would say it be a blessing to be me

To life forever

To fly into the sky

Away from pain

misery

hate

deception

They have no notion of what its like

To be a heavenly be being

Then again

They must never know

I will carry this dread with me till my grave

And save others from the torture I live through

People Look at me and see their version truth

Angelic green eyes like emeralds of plenty

Long smooth hair the color of a rose

That is what they say

That is what they think

I look at them and see truth

I can see their joy

Its unfortunate that the world is so cruel

Innocent people don't deserve pain

But how would you know the feeling of safety

With out pain to show you the difference?

Am I right to judge others?

"Life is but cycle"

I was told as a child

"It goes from beginning to end, Then starts over again"

"Giving forgiveness and chances to those who have sinned"

What Bull

I lived Life

I lost Life

Why must I respect it?

As I sigh greatly I see my surroundings clearly

My thoughts have taken me to a place of sorrow

My wings have flown me to a place a dread

Around me are the unfortunate

The weak

The strong

Those played by life

I can see the women men and children laying on cardboard

digging though trashcans for food

If god is the savior of man

Then why must these people suffer?

Is it true what people say?

"Some must die for the good of others?"

If so, then I don't see why god is loved

I give a dollar to a small child who smiles of and gives it to a pregnant mother

If only mortals weren't selfish

If only they took time to think of those unfortunate

I draw my long coat tighter to me

I can not let others see my wings

It is a rule

Mortals must not see Immortals

They would just run and tell themselves lies

Is that any way to live?

Off hope and not off success?

Off dreams that do not come true?

Why must people suffer?

As I turn The figure of my follower is clear to me

His adorning features standing out

I send a small breeze pass him

Sending chills through his spine

He extends clawed fingers out at me

Sending a threatening glance I do not fear

I give a slight insane smile

One that shows pain

The pains of those I have seen

The pain of the Innocent

Turning my back to him I continue my ascension through the hell holed streets

As he charges at, I know his strength

I carefully step to the step

Causing him to charge beyond me

I walk faster

I can feel it

A strong dread

And as I turn into the secluded alley

I see it

I see the dying children

coughing blood

falling to their knees

I feel my legs bend over the two

The young boy passing in my arms

The young girl barley holding on

Tears slide from my eyes

Why must such children be forced to die so young

Why must they starve?

My coat falls off

My long white angelic wings creating a cocoon of sorrow around us

"Look Danny, An Angels come to save us, save………us."

Those were her last words

The limp figures in my arms

putting them on the ground I wipe my tears

and grab my coat.

I know he's standing there

I know he's preparing to attack

I know he's not bothered by the death

As I turn

Tears fall once again

Why?

Why does god do this?

The man slightly winces at a me

The tears of an angel falling helplessly to the ground

Just like those children

I slowly take small steps to him

Adorning my coat over my wings

Hiding them from view of the world

Hiding them from pain

The man moves out of my way as I pass him

But then attaches him arm to mine

Pulling me

My tears stop

My eyes anger filled

I will not be used

I will not be a tool

I let my anger flow

My energy going into my arm

The white light of my power

Hurting his hand

Causing him to let me go

But he once again latches on to me

A red light from behind us shoots him

I turn my head to face my savior

My hair toppling from its holding

Falling out of its messy bun and streaming down my back and around my face

The image of the children come into my head once more

I should have been able to have them

Tears slightly fall from my eyes

My vision blurring

And I see my Savior

The young man in dark colors

Wearing a strange device over his eyes

And s girl with hair just lighter than mine

And an older man who's stronger than the one that was following me

I swiftly wipe away me tears and turn from them

And continue walking ahead

I know they are following me

I know they cause no harm

I walk slowly

My legs taking long strides

My long white dress catching my legs

"Hey hold up!"

I turn to see the teenage boy

"We want to help you"

I shake my ahead before continuing my strides

I suddenly feel my eyes closing

I can here their voices as my vision turns black

"Look Scott! We have to take her to the professor! I think she's hurt!"