I arrived in Heaven, to meet the Rava' Michal...I flew upwards, avoiding a door, my ghost appeared shimmering, covered in sparkling white light, the brightest light, brighter than lover's soul, playing music. It sang, she soared, she wailed, she sat in her chair, in frost, She said;
"Oh MY GOD!!"
"... the holiest night! The special sky! My Mighty King!"
"Lars, I see! I see everything! You are blinding me! It's Holy, Holy!"
"Michal, Help me! I feel cold!"
"You sang for chair! You sang for chair!"
"I'm shining and I'm dead!! I feel deadDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!! It can't be!! It can't be God!!!!!!!"
I was shivering in white lights, like a ghost, I was rising from the floor...
"Soul in Him, Soul in glee..."
"Louis! Ghostttttttttt!!!!!!!! The ghost is soul!"
I fell on the floor, choking..."Hugh ugh ha,...."
"My soul is flight, I am highest," this voice started wailing...it suddenly sounded ancient, gruff, earthy soil,
"Heaven, Heaven you're God."
"SAVE ME!!! SAVE ME FROM HIM!!" I started wailing, Michal bent over me, crying, she lifted me up and held me...
"Yu'v, still think you have to fight, holy, ..." she kissed my forehead; "Holiest Queen...being God isn't fought Him, He is King. You fought Him."
I had fallen into bed, after five beers, and my art-show, an exhibition, I didn't think about where I would go, after what happened, I didn't think, I had called Michal, and about her I didn't think...soon after, I went to sleep...
"Whitest night, holiest night..."
I choked inside my crying, many tears falling, Michal was still holding me, on the floor, smiling and stroking my face;
"Why am I dead?"
She brushed her lips gently across my forehead.
"Seth, en, me..."
and Michal said:
"I Luov you, you fight King, King, King."
I choked, I gasped as the choke came up through my throat...
"Sen, sen...I was sen."
"Fortune night, fortune King, every night, every night have Me..."
I started dying, I went pale, and collapsed backwards, as Michal was still cradling me in her arms, my eyes were soaked in tears, and I gasped...
"Hosannah in the highest, my King, I am Queen..."
"Sav'e 'Him'...I'm King..."
"Cradle Lovers...Highest Heavens...my Jewish Queen, my Higher Light, My Holy Sin, My Free, My Might, My Sin, My Light, My King..."
I was crying heavily again...
"I don't want Him, I was sin...a little thing...I was wanting and said Him..."
"Soul, whole...Several Lovers for my King...Sire Love..." she turns to the pillow, and my eyes blink, and I start to wake up, and say quietly;
She smiles and sleeps:
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