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I stood before the girl lying in the hospital bed with my black wings spread out across the room,hood covering my face,scythe in hand. She looked like an angel who had just lost her wings. Her parents at her side weeping and mourning over her. The doctors and nurses taking the needles out of the dead little girl.  The girl stood next to me in her spiritual form,”Why?” She asked while staring at her 5 year old body,my black wings hanging over her head.  I looked down at her with my solid black eyes and spoke quietly,”Because.” I stopped for a second,”There is no respite for faith. There is nothing but cold steel t