Letters to Satan

Letters to Satan

Dear Father

July 2, 2006
My perspective on the world keeps changing, I no longer will to serve the good. I have been forsaken by my own hopes but blessed by my mistakes. My mind has been disturbed by the actions you command me to do, but being me, I cannot dishonest my own father, the prince of darkness.

Dear Father

July 4, 2006
And so it is being said, that I am the one, all nations matters focus on me. They know the day is near. The senseless fear cannot go unnoticed, the coming of the blessed son approaches. But I am patient and intelligent, a sharp apprentice. I feel the venom in my mind. A numb pain I feel and desire. They say and praise the Lord. Yet they love me with such hate. I find quite a timeless pleasure in their actions. The way words go by unsaid. I take the every essence and pureness of all meanings. The fundamental nature cannot stop me, its silence gets louder. I hear it. I kill it. They say I am the Antichrist, but my reasons yet to be go deeper than my roots. A twisted plot. My redemption yet to come. I can wait.

(to be continued...)