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If angels live among us, if they cover everyone with snow-white wings, then why is there so much evil in the world? I have seen many good people with a complex, tragic fate and the last scoundrels with a wonderful secure life. All these thoughts that someday somewhere up there, each of us will hold the answer, of course, have a place to be, but today we live here on earth. And on this land, a woman who lived a decent life - honestly worked, sincerely loved, raised children turned into an old woman with dill in the rain, near the subway. An old man who did a lot of good deeds, and, from the heart, not on the list, not on the backing up of sins - so many wealthy people do - today he robbed a million, and tomorrow he went to church, titheds, kissed the icon and came out "holy". So, this old man was left alone, at the station, without a return ticket. And everyone will pass by the old man and this text, say that they themselves are to blame. They brought themselves to such a life. They raised such children themselves. "Themselves". And where were the angels at that time?
Never be afraid to change your life for the sake of your happiness, otherwise one day happiness can change you.

Man is mortal because he lives for himself. Angels are eternal, because they live for others ... The bird soars into the sky and looks at the city from above. She alone knows that the human world is just a school of angels who have not yet learned to fly.

" But in the end I learned it rains in hell and angels could be bad "

What eyes do you have..

I have no doubt that sometimes angels do take the form of a man and make our sinful lives easier.

- I know all about the tag. I have your grace. I set the rules. It's called leverage. I know, I can, I love.
*took away grace*
*shot in the leg*
- Your grace is with us, Metatron. You're mortal now. And you'll answer all the questions, otherwise Sam, as they say?... will brainwash you. It's called leverage.
- I know, I can, I love.

“Try to get ten million demons to lay down their arms and get back to work!

Angels refuse those people who kill, torture, torture others. Devils take them under their black hoof.

I must admit that there is an invisible source of energy emanating from every person. Angels and gods exist - that's just the truth. Naturally, there is a type of energy created exclusively by the human imagination. My question is whether we should call this phenomenon a god or not. I believe that we should call this phenomenon the creation of mankind. And it would seem that the power of this creature is the energy of people who believe in God. The energy of God rises and falls in relation to the number of people who believe in him, and at the present time this energy has approached the critical point of no return. What I'm trying to say by this ... the era of praying to God has come to an end.

Lermontov is a stellar soul, akin to clouds and storms, a yearning poet who dreamed of the oceans of the air, and with whom demons and angels spoke.

- Why did you fall? Why did you want to become a person?
- You don't understand?
- Nope! We are a bunch of wretched assholes: we eat, defecate, rush, coward!
- Not only. There is loyalty, mercy, love...
- Pain!
- Chocolate cake.
- Guilt!
- Sex.
- I have nothing to cover here.
- No, you're right, Dean... So many feelings, not too noble... You know, I would give everything not to go back there, that's it!
- What are they worth, these feelings?
- I don't want to be an angel.
- What are you saying?! You are strong, perfect, you never doubt yourself, god forbid, nothing!
- Perfection... like marble statues, cold, no choice, only obedience! Dean, do you know how many angels have been honored to see God? How many are there?
- Everything?
- There are four of them! And I'm not one of them.
- Total? Then how do you know He is?
- We take it for granted, and if we don't, we get killed. I have been on Earth for two thousand years, just watching silently, invisibly, in wanderings... I missed home, waiting for an order from an unknown father to at least understand something.

Then the victory is yours. And neither angels, nor demons, nor heaven, nor hell will take it away.

- Who are you angels if not cowards and egoists?
- Who are you demons, if not the Shavkas, who were controlled and so easy to scare?

For us, crowns of smoky gold.