With nowhere to turn, the ram found himself bereft of answers. Questions with no solutions flooded his mind; why had things turned out this way? Where had he gone wrong? He had been brought up this way, and never known anything else. Truly, he had embraced this path as the correct one!

Shaking his head, the sheep entered the building he had chosen, a small apartment complex. There were some people around, but there were no smiles. Everything seemed sullen and grey; like the life was gone out of the world. "It won't matter, soon enough. I'll give them what they want."

The black ram took the fire escape stairs, and as he ascended his mind was at war. He had given up on faith long ago, but he found himself thinking of angels and devils. They spoke to him in his mind, as if they were sitting on his shoulders like a 50's era cartoon....

"If you change yourself, you might fit in. But you cannot come as you are. That would only end in misery." spoke the angel. "The world will not change to make a space for you."

"If others accepted you as you are, then you wouldn't be here." spoke the devil. "But you are a strange and foreign thing, upholding concepts that vanished from society long ago. There is no space for you to fit in to."

The music flooded into the rams head as he opened the door to the roof. Rising to a crescendo, urging him to the short barrier protecting the edge of the roof. Give them what they want... violence, death. These things were exciting and desired now; the ram knew that. As he climbed up onto the barrier, he clutched a piece of paper in his hand; his final thoughts for this era that he didn't belong in.

The choir that filled the sheep's head with music seemed to grow ever louder; Possibly his truest and closest friend, and one of many things that nobody around him seemed to understand his connection to.

"Worthy is the lamb that was slain..."
"All we like sheep are gone astray..."
"Surely he hath born our griefs, and carried our sorrows..."

There was a light breeze, and the ram spread his arms taking a breath, and let himself fall backwards off the roof tightly clutching the paper. Closing his eyes as the ground rushed up to meet him, he could only briefly feel what it meant to soar like the birds above....

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