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Essay Live Like Flower Frangrance
Essay Live Like Flower Frangrance
I am called upon every night, to meet The Souls of those who have fallen.
Unaware of who I am? What was I? What purpose does my life hold any
meaning? I can only recall my creator and the task he assigned me. There is
another with me, where me and he appear to be joyful in a peaceful serenity of
our own. I’ve always done what was told, I’ve never questioned nor deny what
my creator told me. Until that night when I went to collect a soul that held the
key to the explain nation of my existence.
If the soul is immoral and filled with sinister vile evil, what is seen before them
is a creature only known to be death; the skin falls off my body, the eyes that
are within my head are sunken and turn hallow, while the wings that are
attached to my body are turned into skeleton mass of bones.