When Angels Cry
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The soldier’s nerves begin to shake and tense up as the beaten up feline dives into his arms. Breathing heavily, his weapon drops back to the small of his back safely and securely thanks to the jungle sling that he had pre-made before this mission. His heart rate begins to slow down as both of his hands grasp the life of a purring kitty.
Battered, beaten and burned by heartless bastards and what seems to be like splotches of acid burns throughout his body, this peaceful animal still finds a way to place his trust, his honesty, his every emotion and love in the arms of another human.
Is this another cold hearted human being who would probably find some other malicious act to cause upon me? I do not know, but I do not have any other choice. Do I?
Alternatively, is it possible that this animal, this being with a beating heart one similar to that of our own, could still find it somewhere in his heart to forgive us and continue on searching for hope and someone to love and be loved?
Pure in its nature, his coat is gray with black horizontal stripes from nose to feet. I would say tail if in fact it were still there. Now, only a nubbin that twitches every now and again is what the tail of a cat looks like in Fallujah. One of his eyes is hazel and the other was blue. That is right. Was blue. You would be able to tell that it was once a sky blue eye, but instead in its place lays the blackness of a gaping hole caused by parentless kids running around who had nothing better to do than to throw rocks at an innocent cat. Unfortunately, one of the rocks hit him right on the eye causing it to burst open. This cat endured the pain of an infectious eye for months on end before it was able to close up and heal itself.
What did I do? Why are you throwing rocks at me? Meow!? Please stop! Please?! You hit my eye. It hurts so much. Oh God the pain. What did I do to you?
The Lord is with thee once.
Making a leap of faith into the arms of the soldier, you could tell that one of his hind legs were broken. That explains why he could not run away when he had the chance.
God? Are you there? Please don’t allow for this one to hurt me. Meow? Please?
The Lord is with thee twice.
The male feline had only one ear because once again, those same juvenile delinquents chased him down into a back alley and trapped him in a corner. Throwing a bag over him, they wrapped him up and began throwing him against the wall like if he were some sort of piñata. After some tiresome play, one of the boys grabbed him by his throat, unsheathed his knife and with no hesitation cut off his left ear. For his dear life he ran and ran after being released and did not stop until his one eye was too tired to stay open. He found closure and peace in one building that he had fled. He may not have had anything to eat, but at least he was one with peace. Keeping to himself, the almost lifeless animal stayed on the roof where sometimes it was comfortable to rest underneath the rays of the sun. At first, it was almost impossible for him to fall asleep due to the fact that those retched heartless humans were a constant reminder of the world that he lived in. Every noise, every creak and every flash-bang that went off alarmed the poor little creature.
The Lord is with thee thrice.
This serenity and soundless escape only lasted for three days before those young boys found him again. Waking up to rocks being chucked at him, he side stepped his way to and fro and very cautiously and frighteningly backwards until he chillingly approached the edge of the rooftop.
The Lord can hear your every thought my good friend.
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About the Book
The time is 2003 and our world is about to embark on a path where a return seems highly unlikely. Our beloved Towers were torn down along with the thousands who would never reunite with their loved ones. Our time will come when hundreds more will give up their lives for something they believe in… Freedom!
Whether we want to accept it or not, humanity has already been given a second chance. And what did we do with that second chance? We have continued to rape, violate and kill our brothers and sisters. We have continued to spread our black disease causing the Darkness within our hearts to grow stronger. Within the minds of the curious and skeptical alike there are questions that have been left unanswered throughout time: What does the Bible truly speak of? Do Angels really exist and walk among us acting as our guardians? When is the End really going to come and claim the lives of all those who have sinned? How do we know we have not already reached times End? How do we know we know we are not being tested right now for HIS decision in our next hour?
Mankind is becoming more and more bolder with their doubts and our necessity for answers is lessening with each passing second.
Throughout the world there are five.
Those five will be plucked from their normal yet strife infested world and transform into the most beautiful of beings man has ever written about. More beautiful than one can ever witness and speak of it later.
The prophecy will be fulfilled.
Righteousness and Holiness shall be our forthcoming towards deliverance and judgment of our civilization.
The time is coming fast when HIS Archangels rise from the ashes in a new form. All shall bare true sight when their limbs spread across the plains saving those who deserve to be saved. All shall be punished for their sins.
This will be the day When HIS Angels Cry!
About the Author
My name is Neil Antonio and this is my story. I was born in a world where nothing existed but violence, hatred, negligence and even racism. The entirety of my life has been primarily on the whim and trying to dodge every bullet this world has thrown at me. As far as my schooling… I guess I was about your average kid in school. I did my homework. I was very quiet and shy. I always got picked on due to the fact that I tried to keep my distance. I tried to keep my peace.
My teachers said they saw something in me. Talent? Potential?
‘What did they see? Potential?’ That is what I remember one of my teachers telling me… ‘Neil. You’ve got potential. You should put it to good use.’ I don’t know. If that is what they saw then that is what they saw. It was not something that I fully comprehended nor cared about at the time. It was a gift (if that is what they call it these days), that I pushed aside and buried. My guidance counselor was always commending me on my superior subjects Math and English. I have got to admit those were my favorite periods and pretty much the only times I could really concentrate and put my mind to work. It was just a part of my day where I felt I could escape the rest of the world. No one and nothing bothered me. Funny how being in a 35-45 minute room with a stranger and a book feels more like home than the home you go to at night.
Gunshots, sirens and screams or people cursing into the winds across their neighbors; cars screeching and the end of the nights whispers of women pleading.
These were my lullaby’s.
For the first fifteen of my younger delinquent years this is where I lived. The tough streets of
Hundreds if not thousands around the world who have bought this book are probably asking yourself this one question… ‘So where did this book, this story come from?’ Very simple. It was a vision that I saw while sitting there on my living room floor watching the news of the up and coming war in
I leave you all with this. Do not give up on your dreams. Do not give up on yourselves. Pursue what you envision and it will become your reality. Enjoy, take care and may God bless you all.