Everyone has an angel. A guardian that watches over them.
But we can't know what form they'll take. One day old man, the next day little girl.
But don't let appearances fool you. They can be as fierce as any dragon.
Yet they're not here to fight out battles, but to whisper from our heart, reminding that it's us, it's every one of us, that holds the power over the worlds we create.
We can deny our angels exist. Convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway.
In strange places. And at strange times.
They can speak through any character we can imagine.
They'll shout through demons if they have to- daring us, challenging us to fight.
Who Honors those we love for the very life we live?
Who sends monsters to kill us...and at the same time sings that we'll never die?
Who teaches us what's real...and how to laugh at lies?
Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend?
Who chains us...and who holds the key that can set us free?
It's you.
You have all the weapons you need.
Now fight
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