The wings of life block the way of evil and for each lost soul that finds its way to heaven's gate a single feather shall fall. When you have lost hope and your tears fall hard to the ground and a single white feather falls at your feet you can then stand tall and proud and look up to the heavens and see its golden pearly gates and feel the love of god's grace.
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