Remembrance

Me: What's a friend? That sounds like a foreign language.

Angel: It's someone close.

Me: The closest thing to me is anguish.

Angel: It's a person.

Me: Is it much like the God you worship?

Angel: He's much different, but the concept is a bond you hold dear.

Me: I hold one with my father, but that's how anguish got here.

Angel: How about someone you love?

Me: That would be my father, although he treats me in the absence of love.

Angel: How about something mutualistic.

Me: The relationship with my demons keeps motivation intrinsic.

Angel: Is there anyone you'd live for?

Me: I'd die for anyone. I just want to see death's door.

Angel: What keeps you alive?

Me: The desire to be a hero the day that I die.

Angel: Where does that desire stem from?

Me: Learning to be a man as a child unloved.

Angel: Do you not believe in the Father?

Me: I'm exempt from salvation.

Angel: Who told you that?

Me: He was gorgeous like you but with horns and a slick tongue.

Angel: Pray with the Father to rebuke him.

Me: Anima vestra, will mine be saved?

Angel: If you decide to come unto the Father today.

Me: Can it wait?

Angel: If you believe you might not die today.

Me: What do you mean?

Angel: Your time started running out the moment you were born. You aren't guaranteed tomorrow, and that's no reason to be forlorn.

It's only when you live without the purpose God has sent for you.

Only a few people make it your age. Are you sure waiting is what you want to choose?