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From the top of the skyscraper, He watches as others unfold their insignificant lives before the abyss.
They are deciding. Pondering. Reflecting. Playing eeny-meeny-miny-moe, perhaps.
Soon they will have to make a decision.
He opens his wings. They are so large, they cast a shadow over the sun, when He takes flight across the narrow street.
One of them will have His companionship until he or she reaches the end. It's difficult to choose, for Him. So he decides not to. Let fate work its threads.
At last, He returns to the burning tower where He came from, backwards, until He lightly, gracefuly, lands on one of the flaming windows.
A man has his body halfway between the glass and the abyss.
He jumps. He regrets it. He screams in agony and disbelief and that scream follows him all the way down.
Ezequiel follows him and just before he reaches the ground, the hands and the arms and the wings of Ezequiel reach out to cradle his fall.
Everything else ceases to exist.
They are deciding. Pondering. Reflecting. Playing eeny-meeny-miny-moe, perhaps.
Soon they will have to make a decision.
He opens his wings. They are so large, they cast a shadow over the sun, when He takes flight across the narrow street.
One of them will have His companionship until he or she reaches the end. It's difficult to choose, for Him. So he decides not to. Let fate work its threads.
At last, He returns to the burning tower where He came from, backwards, until He lightly, gracefuly, lands on one of the flaming windows.
A man has his body halfway between the glass and the abyss.
He jumps. He regrets it. He screams in agony and disbelief and that scream follows him all the way down.
Ezequiel follows him and just before he reaches the ground, the hands and the arms and the wings of Ezequiel reach out to cradle his fall.
Everything else ceases to exist.
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