Post by samanthaangle on Jul 7, 2016 21:03:20 GMT -5
To face judgment for someone else's life, of all the wrongs and the rights would be pure torment to a person, almost seeming unreal. But it's real and I embrace the torment when I close my eyes occasionally. It's starts off me falling asleep I fade into the blackness, but I awake in a cell with rusty iron bars. My vision automatically captivated by the golden rope that bounds my hands. A beautiful angle with the palest eyes I've ever laid eyes upon. I've noticed that he hasn't been judged by the Angels. See the paled eyed angel escorts me to a cylinder room with seats that always seem to remind me of the Roman coliseum. There are the condemned angels and the saved angels. The top of the room is the beautiful night sky and the bottom is like see though glass all you see is darkness with scorching heat rising. There's a white bag over my head with tiny slits cut for your surroundings to be viewed. The head Angels on both sides stand and pull out two scrolls one with the good and the other with the bad. Their are ten Angels that vote up for safe or down to condemnation. Once voted they announce your fate. If condemned the dark angle with black eyes comes down with wings black as midnight, even condemned Angels are radiating with beauty. He's comes down and I want so bad to tell them I'm not the person their supposed to be judging but I can't. He takes out a branding iron, I've done it so many times I know to bow and move my hair to the side, he then pushes the iron shaped x into my lower neck, but that's not the worse part.... I then stand and a rip sounds evades my hearing and I want to scream but can't, my bones rearranging for them to come through an when they do all the condemned Angels encircle me placing their cold hands on me. And when your saved the same happens but with a blue eyed angel and no branding. I then wake up sweating and cry every time cause theirs no way to end the suffering when your on borrowed time.