what a day where birds sing, and the sun is up high, and i walk inside my home up to my room. i look in the mirror and all i can see is myself, the black outline that surrounds me and shows who i am gets darker and more bolder with each day at times. my clothes are black as well and inhance the darkness. i am but a lone death angel among all those who walk with golden rings above their heads. i have one too, yet its black and covered in thorns. i am the only one with such a ring over my head. others either have the golden one or none at all above their heads. am i an angel? a fallen angel? am i evil? or am i just dark? our world is like purgatory in which we all suffer pain and experience sin in our lives and in the end are taken to either heaven or hell. what if....the world we live in IS purgatory...? are we alive? or are we dead? we were born, but born how? alive or dead? for me i do not know only this black thorned ring above my head is the only clue that i have for now. i soar with my black wings and will someday find the answer to my life, our purpose our inner beings, i hope you try to find he answer too...
Rex Maximillion Community Member 
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