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Stealing Wings from an Angel: Excerpt Page 7
After the initial violent pangs of pain had turned to cold shudders, haunting words of Bradbury design had a soothing affect on me: “The seller of lightning rods arrived just ahead of the storm… until he came at last to a lawn that was cut all wrong,” after which I wondered to myself who had sold the lightning rod to the contractors who installed it on top of the Chrysler Building that now stuck out of my back in such a way that I was left alive but dying, oozing green shit on the window sills below.
There was a moment once, in a dream, where I was minutes from an unavoidable death. I had ingested a lethal dose of arsenic, and awaiting my departure, I could feel my spirit, weightless and peaceful, emancipating itself from my soul. I had brief thoughts of panic, voices shrieking, urging me to call for doctors, call for nurses, call for help of any kind, but knowing I could not escape, their pleas became the echoes of tiny droplets in a far away pool. Strangely, I was smiling as I stood dying, watching a friend dribble the poison from a vial onto a black leaf shaped like a spade from a deck of cards. I was never able to greet this death, the incessant ringing of my alarm clock pulled me from it by my ears. But atop the Chrysler Building, limp, pierced, guts seeping, fading away, each of the eight, large, never blinking spider eyes rolling inward, like Dostoyevsky noticing the rusty button on the executioner’s coat, I too noticed many many things…
About Stealing Wings from an Angel
Stealing Wings is the story of my life written from 1993 to 1996 as I broke away from my less-than-ordinary upbringing in the religious cult, The Way International, and stepped into a frightening new world no longer protected by the people and ideas of the cult. The tale is not for the faint at heart as it a story of suicide, destruction, and rebirth told both factually and from the fantasies created by my imagination and dreams as I attempted to navigate this dangerous change. Purchase a copy for your collection. You won’t be let down. - Christian
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