Ever since I was a little kid, my mom always told me that I had an angel watching over me, or more specifically Cassiel, The Angel of Thursday. The Archangel who fell down from heaven with Lucifer, assigned to watch over him from his cage.
I don't know what mom has been smoking because as I later found out that wasn't a very good thing to say to your own son. I mean mom what in the actual fuck were you implying? That I was the Devil? I was born on thursday so maybe that was it.Maybe it was a joke that she kept to herself I would never know, because I couldn't ask her, I was dying.
You know when you see people having strokes on TV you think it's a two minute struggle than lights out, you are done, but no, it wasn't two minutes it felt like hours. That whole life flashes before your eyes is a very real thing. That's why the last thought on my mind before I died wasn't that I was having a stroke at age 21, it wasn't that I never watched the last season of game of thrones(even though my friends told me it was shit.) it simply was why my mother saw fit to say The Archangel Cassiel was watching over me.
Seriously.
Fuck You Mom.
AND I WAS REBORN, GIVEN PURPOSE AS AN ANGEL OF THE LORD.
MY BRETHREN STOOD BESIDE ME, AT THE FRONT THE ELDEST OF US THE TWINS OF CREATION.
MICHAEL DEMIURGOS THE ARCHANGEL, BESIDE HIM SAMAEL HE WHO WILL BRING LIGHT, THE POISON OF GOD.
I AM THE ARCHANGEL CASSIEL THE ANGEL OF THURSDAY..... No, actually what the fuck?
Seriously.
Fuck You Mom.