The Art of Psycho Therapy...

The Angel Vertago has a rant.. .

Arial sits on the top of a skyscraper and munches of his fish and chips.
He is an immortal Angel and clearly has no fear of heights.
Arial yawns and spreads his glorious wings.
"Hi!" Vertago alights beside Arial.
The Angel Vertago is not so glorious as he has doubts about the Devine plan.
Nevertheless, he opposes Lucifer's revolt.
Veratgo smiles at Arial, "Why not join the riots?"

Arial raises an eyebrow, "That would not be appropriate."
"We fought for the Hebrew tribes. Why not these native sons?"
Vertago chuckled and sipped some Coca~Cola.
Arial fingered the hilt of his sword, "We are Watchers."
His voice dropped to a low growl, "There are rules."
Vertago shrugged, "We can choose to help them."
"We are warriors too." Vertago raised his left hand to Heaven and hail fell on the protesters.

Arial spun about with his white wings extended, "Do not interfere!"
Vertago extended his gray wings, "I was born from chaos."
"Do you stand against the throne?" Arial drew his golden sword.
It pulsated with the rays of Amen Ra.
Vertago's hands crackled with lightning, "Brother I stand with you."
Arial narrowed his radiant green eyes, "I stand with the light of Ra."
Vertago bowed his feathered head, "As do I."
The Angels were made half hawk and half man.

Reflections~Are we living in the End Times?


Vertago
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