Angels, in different disguises, float around the block checking to see that everything is in order. When things get out of hand, they have a meeting in the park to figure out what to do. Most of the time they try to resolve the situation peacefully e.g., give potato chips to the troubled seagull, or ask the naughty crows to stop bullying the ducks. But sometimes they must use brute force and bring out the old M16, and simply blow everything to smithereens. This leaves us with the great questions: What is an angel, where do they come from, should we question their motives, or just accept they we may never be able to decipher their grand power? the hardest part though, is to know whether or not they love or hate us. Maybe the question of love and hate is not even relevant to an angle. quite possibly their just robots programmed to do god's/nature's/the abyss's bidding.
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