The sky,...it's so peaceful from up here. No war, No death. Just the open blue staring right at you. Then I realize that there is a turmoil within it. Although the blue overpowers everything else. The clouds seem to have a chaos of their own. Racing past me in violence I see this. This is how stars from Heaven. This is how the chosen fall from grace. Once all the beauty is gone, I know right where I am. I know this... is where I belong.

There is a fall, and there is a way to fall. I notice I am doing the latter. Like a cannonball shot off of a plane, I am doing a decent back down to planet earth. My mind is still trying to make sense of how I got here. But for the past 700 years and the life of me, it never adds up.I've been falling long enough to the point I know there should be an end in sight. And my instincts never betray me. I wish they would.

It's astounding how much I can see before it's actually all over. I see this gigantic tower right below me. Too big to be the simple chimney of a place. This thing belongs to a royal household. All it's grandeur is taken away by the impact. A sack of potatoes does have more grace than me at this time. I'm rolling after impact and my first instinct is to grab hold of anything that will keep me from moving. The ledge. It's a good place to want to grab a hold of. But with my momentum it's worthless. It just serves to put me in a spin that makes my stomach regret the action. This tower of what I currently hold as hate happens to have two more levels of it. And they all happen to be in agreement with me. The one thing that I would hate (the ground) is a sign of relief now that we meet. It's short lived. Like taking that extra shot of whiskey after you know you shouldn't have. Everything starts to fade in and out. Wherever I've landed, it's well kept. The trees and bushes show a privilege that I have not been welcomed to in a long time. At this point my eyes decided they are too tired to witness the rest of the events. But the rest of my senses do not desert me.

I could tell I was being dragged away. There's no doubt about it. I've been dragged away enough times to know what that feels like. I can also feel a luxury I haven't felt in a long time... A bed. Something I was made to give up a long time ago under my circumstances. Something I never mind have brought back to me. My sight tries to come back to me. But only in pieces. I see the dark ceiling. I see strange figures trying to bring me back. Inquiring anything that might give them an understanding of the situation at hand. Not just for their well-being, but for mine as well. But I cannot provide those answers at this time. My body betrays my mind. The words that I want to flow from my mouth never arrive. Instead, words that I know well from heart begin to flow instead. Words that people would label insanity. I would. And still I hear them as they leave my mouth in my last minutes of consciousness.
"I am the Keeper of Righteousness. I am Justice. I am The Scale of your Merits. I am Divine Intervention. I am The Truth. I am The Sword. I am Zadkiel and I am Judgement."

Deep write!

It's just a dream I had that I wrote down. Thanks for reading.