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Prophecy

SuperPie

on Aug. 11, 2011

Tuesday, 6th of September, 1843. 
Three weeks have passed since my last entry in to this diary. Little has happened. After operating on the wounded angel she fell into a comatose state.
However, today she finally arose.
"Are you awake, Angel?" I asked.
"Yes… but… my wings…" she said. I had had to amputate them. She was losing too much blood and the wound had become infected.
"I'm sorry. There was no other way. You would have died otherwise. 
Why did they shoot you?" I asked, hoping to change the subject and gain a little bit of insight.
"You know the prophecy" was her only answer, and it confirmed my fears.
""And when humanity has abused The Lord's gifts for too long, Angels will come and herald the apocalypse…"