I shot an angel and put it in my backyard
hang it on the clothesline
Then nail it to my bed
like Jesus on the cross hanging on the wall
I know I'm going to go to hell someday because of these things
I'm also pretty sure I'll be burned forever
One day the devil will come and demand a pound of the angel's flesh.
After everything is done, nothing will be left behind
——"Poacher's Pride"
He was my angel, and I killed him with my own hands, with a rifle
A story about love and waiting
The original female novel of Angels and Demons has basically nothing to do with the plot of the original work. It is privately set, so please proceed with caution.
The writing is terrible (emphasis added), but I still want to be treated gently. The author with a glass heart asks for a pat.
Intention: Destiny destined us to meet and separate us