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04-16-03
The fight began and took many days. One angel and kill about 2000 demons before he loses strength. There are about fifty remaining angels, many of them caretakers and providers. All the fighters were now at there top stances, at the best form. We all were living gods almost. Rachel knew of our power, but we didn’t. The fight began. When they would destroy one of our homes, we would go into a rage. Rage is all that is, with out control. All power following out destroying many hundreds a second. Rachel saw me rage everyday and come home every night. I was angry all the time, I hated everyone. Rachel would reach out and I would step back. Staying in the anger strengthened the fight. Rage increases rage. But I lost her. She hated that I wouldn’t let her help me. "Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden,
it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules
us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our
finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we can live without passion, maybe
we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and
dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead." - Angel |