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there are some men who lie at the crossroads of good and evil. not just the normal human intersection, but a deeper, spiritual criss-cross. they walk through the world with devils and angels at their sides. not just the on-the-shoulder varieties but the larger and louder kinds of beings. as fellow humans we simply see downtrodden vessels of despair, or raging fires of supernatural success. we hear pain in the songs, we see joy in their paintings. some of these men are great artists, some are lying prematurely in their graves. this push and pull life is a great burden for them to bare, and so their friends are close, and their enemies somehow closer, a situation not of their choosing. they are the source of implosions and cultural explosions. when they are close to us we feel the electricity of war. our hairs prick up on end, and the rooms they walk through shudder through and through, to every inhabitants core. perhaps their are more of these men than we think. perhaps their numbers are hidden by self medication, by the cloak of surrender. perhaps Christ has already won the majority of the battles, and these men are walking examples of the warfare that exists in the higher planes.