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The angel

The little angel looked down from the mighty heaven, on the tiny little world.
She asked god.
- Dear Lord, why can't I go down there again?
God looked at her and smiled.
- Little angel, you starved to death, why would you want to go trough that again?
The little angel start to thinking.
- Why didn't you save me god? so I could be with my parents?
God looked suprised.
- My little angel, I've made the earth, I gave it ocean, trees, air, even humans. And alot of food so that everyone could eat loads.
The rest my angel, starvation, wars and so on, that is the humans creation.
The little angel looked sad back at god.
- I still want to be with this people god, I miss my parents.
God smiled.
- Offcourse you do, you people have big hearts, that is why I have hope in you, and will keep on watching you...

The little angel woke up in a white bed, around her stood her parents crying. The little angel spoke.
- Mummy, Daddy you can stop crying, I'm alive, and do you know what? God can't change the world or the people, he just created it. We the human of the world
will change it ok?




Prosa (Prosapoesi) av Kajsa_lisa
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Publicerad 2009-08-31 00:02



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