Lollipop Cruise, Part 29: Do Angels Really Die?

The winds outside… sadly wail goodbye… knowing to never ask why…

Why… why… why… Why… why… why… Why was it their time to go?

What has happened? What has happened? Why… Why… Why… Do angels really die?

Next to the bed… He lies next to the bed… He isn’t moving… He seems to be dead.

Filtered light… dappled light… meander on His motionless face…

There’s another corpse… a chair away… staring blankly into space…

What has happened? What has happened? Why… Why… Why… Do angels really die?

Flutter… flutter… flutter eyes… Suddenly He does arise… He tries to sit,

“Euruura… Euruura… come… I’m on Earth. Come pay me a visit…”

She slowly opens Her eyes. Her lids so wished they’d stayed closed.

She’s exhausted… overwhelmed, & overstimulated… She keeps worrying,

“I’m a holy person… I’m a holy person… I believe in God… I serve God…

I slept with Satan… I slept with Satan… I am a holy person… & I slept with Satan…”

No matter how many times she kept colliding the facts with the Torah…

She couldn’t get the two to blend together neatly and nicely… certainly not nicely.

“Have I sinned?… Is this a transgression? How can we sin if we have no free will?

If we didn’t choose this, since we can’t choose, then only God could choose this.

But why would God want this?” A normally poised Euruura is rapidly dissolving…

She rapidly hides behind sunglasses. Then… she realizes that’s all she’s wearing.

The winds outside… sadly wail goodbye… knowing to never ask why…

Why… why… why… Why… why… why… Why was it their time to go?

What has happened? What has happened? Why… Why… Why… Do angels really die?

Satan begins,

“Euruura, we come to you as you are “with” the army of black… looking to attack…

Why would you position yourself with such animals? Surely you recall Lot.”

She rapidly grabs a robe… adjusts Her sunglasses… & pours two whiskeys…

She sits back down… poises Herself… somewhat… and prepares for… the interview.

“I’m surfing waves to find humanity’s surviving core that’s meant to build the future…

I followed this group’s strong energy… I thought there might be spiritual subgroups… I’ve found none so far… But being with them brought me to You.

And that… is that… Mr. Detective. So God has anointed that cute little boy?”

Euruura sipped from Her glass demurely. He grabbed His glass and angrily downed it.

He rapidly grabbed the bottle and poured another drink, sitting down at a small table.

She said, “I like you better when you’re my size. Less is more.” He grimaced & said,

“Honey, what should we do with these Earthlings We’re entrusted to serve or save?”

The winds outside… sadly wail goodbye… knowing to never ask why…

Why… why… why… Why… why… why… Why was it their time to go?

What has happened? What has happened? Why… Why… Why… Do angels really die?

“What would you do dear… if I implied you should stop at your fourth drink?”

Satan’s eyes glowed red. He growled in defiance and downed his fourth drink.

Euruura’s eyes glow red too… She glares at Him silently… Their eyes lock…

They kiss again... She says, “Do You want me to fully support Mee Kah-El?”

“Of course. God was clear in His choice of him.”

“Should I just instantly slaughter the army of Black… or make it happen in battle?”

“It would help Him to feel he won… This would help him grow into a great king.

Let’s see if he prefers a diplomatic or a military victory. I’ll speak to him.”

The winds outside… sadly wail goodbye… knowing to never ask why…

Why… why… why… Why… why… why… Why was it their time to go?

What has happened? What has happened? Why… Why… Why… Do angels really die?