Talk:Angel/@comment-27013779-20160320164341

Kinda a reverse WWYD.

You walk from the golden gates of heaven, bearing treasures like weapons of golden eerie and silks broadly trimmed of gold and whiter than that of the purest snow. Hanging on each arm is an angel of magnifecent beauty and charm, hair as golden as your treasures and their bodies smoother than that of the silk.

What did you do to warrant such an ending?

-Carthois