I had a dream last night,
Of a place filled with chaos
And sorrow
Of a place that demons walked
And humans burnt to Ashes.
And the screams were endless.
And I was burning from the flames of my sins returning to the nothing I came from.
And in all of that chaos a bright light came from above and cleansed the fire of my sins.
I was carried to heaven.
But before I could get the angels name it seems the flames were to much for an angel and she burnt instead.
That's why I remember you and
What's your name?
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