Black Angel
Black Angel
By Patrick D Collier
Today is my birthday. February 1, 2019 wow! Just saying the year even sounds strange to me. I just made 35 years old today and I can say finally the world looks different to me not because I’m aging but because I finally feel the world. It’s pain, it’s anger and its racism and at night I can hear its cry an in the morning, I smell its coffee. The smell is of blood. The world is bleeding daily, and no one sees it but me. My president is only a business man that only sees green pieces of paper and loves the smell of evil. I always wondered why I never voted? But Trump helped fix that. I can’t stop writing even if my hands were cut off. I would then write with my mind and become a great storyteller by mouth. Take away my mouth then I would only create images in my mind that tell a story that only my eye expressions could embrace. 35 years of age and I still haven’t tasted the wetness of success. I have not felt the feeling of love with a woman only lust. 35 years old today I have not understood the true meaning of a prayer until I seen him. He stood tall dressed in all black with no facial features just darkness. He first came in my dreams I remember screaming at him pointing a pistol at him. Who are you? He would only whisper like the wind. He called himself “Black Angel” I woke from my dream bleeding heavy out my nose and looked out my bedroom window. I looked at the sky and the sun and like I said finally the world looks different to me. Then he whispered again, I’m here to bring death to all who lack faith in he who is our father and to those who love only when things happen to them linked to money and 1,000 other reasons. I tried to hide the money I had won gambling under my pillow when I heard this whisper. Life has been a movie. Life is a movie to us all. We just never seem to catch the ending credits until life is no more is what whispered to me in my head as if its what the black angel was telling me. As the days go by, I tend to forget what month it is and the year. It makes not sense to me of caring anymore. Like I said life is a movie its just that I’m the lead actor, director, writer and producer and editor. Yea, the editor! That would be the only job of the movie I would adore. Why? Because I could edit so many people out my life. So many bad things I experienced along with some good things that end up turning out bad. My nose bleeds randomly today. Mainly when he comes, or it comes. The blood poured out my nose and I look for tissue paper near my bed and I can’t find any. All of a, sudden a black hand holding tissue paper reaches out to me. I took the tissue paper with a shaking hand of fear and he smelt it and smiled at me. I finally seen his face. Eyes of the color of a creamy jade. His teeth gold with crystals on his two, sharp beast like fangs. I had so many questions to ask him but I was terrified. He just stood there watching me slowly clean my bloody nose. He knew that I had question for him, and he had answers. He smiled and moved closer to me. I wanted to scream but my mouth was closed shut. I touched my lips that felt like my chest. My lips were sealed by his black magic. He leaned up to me and looked into my eyes. He smelt like fire on a pit and charcoal. Next, he said in a whisper. All hail thee our father who shall return. I roam this world spreading death. Cancer will spread and your leader will be a Cancer as well. Race will never be balanced it will get close, but many will die in the process which will keep it still divided. Dividing is what he wants, he who is our father or king our God. The ones who chase money rather then his word. The ones who chase lust rather then love. The ones who chase evil rather then the good. The ones who shy away from the church but run to clubs and social events of wrath. The ones who taint his name. The ones who spit on their parents by treating them and their elders with no respect. The ones who take power for granted. The ones who laughs at God when they pray to him. The ones who value greed with a black heart. And last the ones who are reading this story with fear and will do nothing to change it. I will be visiting you when your movie of life reaches the ending credits.
The End
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