“And the angel flew away from the land into the sky. He did not want to be there, trapped on the land of Yahweh’s divine race. He could see it, Paradise, through his mind’s eye and he clenched his teeth.
The angel had been foolish by thinking he could take Yahweh’s throne. He had been vain. Vain and foolish; but not blind. He knew…his Father had a plan. Yet it was a dark and dangerous one. What was so wrong in wanting to save the souls of thousands?
He hung his head, in need of Paradise, and wondered, if without the Star of the Morning, if Paradise had no sunrise.”
Marie Meyers, 2016 (2011)