The seat
weren't really seats. The cushions were close to the floor and what
would have been the back seat was standing in front of you. He knelled
there, his arms on the front wooden part, his hands joined in prayer.
It was an uncomfortable position but ideal to keep you drop falling
asleep while listening to the prayer. He wonder which part of the
bible they were going to read. He had been too busy lately to keep on
reading his and there were so many other good books out there, the
humans were writing a lot. Of course, angels knew that was all lies
but he liked the lies, they created good stories, terrible of course
but good, they kept you dreaming.
The
bells rang. After waiting more than an hour, everybody was finally
knelling. They waited until the bell's echo stop and the words
resonated in the place.
“God
forgive me for I have sinned,” it said.
Isakael
still didn't know where the words were coming from. Here all angels
were identical there wasn't anyone higher than the other, nobody was
to speak, they only listened and took the words in their heart. The
words were still coming from somewhere. Once as a child he had asked
and the answer was that they were God's words but it had never
satisfy him, even if he had never asked again, as in this world, you
weren't supposed to ask twice you only have to accept what was given
to you. He wondered once again where God was, as the words resonated
he could feel his presence more and more but he knew that he was
still very far away.
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