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They call it evil when I speak true of the world I live in.  When something falls, it is dead.  When a person dies, they think of reincarnation or an after-life.  That is the same when someone leaves something.  When they fall, there is always a bottomless void to fall in.  It is the person who decides whether or not that there are vines lined up against the walls of the void to pull onto.  If there is none, they keep falling.
                They ask if they die; that is the logical answer to everything isn’t it? I say, when we were alive, we were going to die, and there is no escaping death in our reality.  When those say that death is nothing more than a stage, that there is nothing left out there, then welcome to my world.  When all hope is lost, stare down upon those who think differently from lofty beaming towers.  Escape those horrific domains by running in the vast forest containing a chance in life.  My pearl towers are pierced by that of the sunlight rays, but it is not a heart itself, it is mine.  When something we have is precious to us and is gone, like our fallen angel in life, is our continuous beating heart.
                When I witness a falling angel in a dark void, they ask if I save whoever that person is to me.  I want to save them, but if I fall down that dark void that I recovered from long ago, and there is no vines left on the walls to save the both of us, then I might as well be dead.  The angel never pulled me down; it was I who decided to jump.  That is what I would say if I was going to.  All of my angels are precious to me, but if I am always the savior, it brings misery to us both.  That dark void I climbed out long ago, I have no intention to go back…unless there is a chance that the angel who is plummeting to their dismal Hell, has brought along vines to pull upon.  I can save them, while still saving myself.  Is that selfish, that I still save myself? I laugh at the mere word.  Life is something precious as well like our angels.  Life is our Heaven, so when it is pierced, we are better off dead…unless there is always one of their angels to resurrect them once more.