Last night I had a dream that an angel come down unto me holding a key in her hands and uttering words of compassion and peace as in the distance an army's marching feet could be heard. We laid down on the sand of the sea and before us animosity stood and decreed that we speak not of love only blasphemy. We then saw a plague and a river of blood and every evil soul died in spite of their seven tears. There was a new city with streets of gold and no death for with every breath the voice of many colors sang a song so bold.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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