![]() Brother Hutch shot him once in the chest to stop him and once in the head to kill him. If the Angels get their way, all this grief will be His problem soon enough. We learn to mask the grief, to pack it away for later, later, later, until eventually we just die. Angels cut out the parts of us that remember how to cry until we can’t. So the image of Dad’s body burns into the folds of my brain, writes itself between the grooves of my fingerprints, and I swallow it down until I choke. Romans 6:23- for the wages of sin is death. How dare you betray His plan by grieving what was always His to take? Unfaithful, disgusting heretic, you should be hung from the wall so the nonbelievers will know what’s coming for them. ![]() Loss is God’s design, and to mourn the dead is to insult His vision. Here’s the thing about being raised an Angel: You don’t process grief. ![]() You will return to the earth for out of it you were taken for from dust you were made and to dust you will return. ![]()
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