Of Angels & Demons

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The night sky—countless specks of white.

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“Now, let’s see,” he mutters, peering through his telescope.

“Where are you?”

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Not an astronomer—far from it.
Just a philosopher with a lens.
 

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He spends more time contemplating the universe than studying it.
Especially now.
 

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Why strive when all is lost?

Better to find meaning than answers to void questions.
 

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Clues in the night sky. There it is.

Inevitable.

Inexorable.

Planet Killer.
 

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Still time to purge the demons.
 

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And where do I belong after it all ends?

Hell… Probably.
 

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When doom impends, every deed seems to warrant

eternal damnation—while not one calls for the gates of paradise.
 

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He contemplates the descent of fate, far from the effluence of his fellows. 

A symbolic gesture.

One as envoy for many.
 

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and To whom shall I pray?

It matters not—for hope is the true essence of it.
 

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Planet Killer is here.
Today, he learns the truth…

Of Angels and Demons.