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Click.
Click.
Click.
A steady, quiet clicking amongst a void. A void with one man inside. One boy. Too young to smoke, too young to drink, too young to drive, too young. A small child amongst a cold, dark, void. Why is he here? The dark asks, the dark begs to know. Why of all people is he here? The void's answer is a soft cry coming from the boy,, a quiet sob. A plead to the void to answer the question it asked because the boy doesn't know.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Why is there clicking? A soft, quiet, voice murmurs. There is no answer, there never will be. So why ask? Why? But don't you get it poor boy? Didn't you get it? Haven't you?
Click.
Click.
Click.
Shut it off. The boy cries out, it does not stop. For, he hasn't realized. Such a smart boy, yet not smart enough to figure out a click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
A angel sent from above down to try to purify this disgusting, hideous, putrid world. Who would of thought the people would be selfish enough to strip his wings?
Click.
Click.
Rip off his wings, choak him with his halo. The people thought as they smiled at the angel, greeting him. They taught him how to be human, well-, tried. But he didn't understand. He didn't understand their ways. And they hated him for he was different, he was pure.
Purity doesn't last forever, for a dog doesn't stay a puppy. He was destined to grow sinful, for he himself was now bloodied with sin. He was now stripped of his title. He was no longer angel, but never human.
Click.
And it did so, it clicked. He understood when they ripped into his ribcage with their dirty selfish hands,, wiping them on his wings, pulling out his meat and flesh and then his heart that he was destined to be used and forgotten, for it was his purpose. And he would serve his purpose like he served his god.
And if he could not clean this earth of sin, even if he tried, he would become one with himself and his wrongs and he would be one.
For he, was only one. And only one, was he.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Wake up, David.