| Conversations with Satan 001 |
[19 Mar 2009|07:15pm] |
I walked into the temple of Satan this evening to buy some things to satisfy some of my needs. My weak eyes could barely lead me to the right thing and a right shelf. On my way I met a lady of temptation - she offered me a glas of Spanish red wine. I had a drink - warm feeling captured me. I found the item I was looking for, but strange, there was a stop sign right under it. I ignored it and walked forth. I walked out of the temple. I was about to offer a piece of pure bread. ... My offer was rejected, my bread became my burden on my way home. Warm feeling started to fade along with sunset, which I didn't see because of the clouds. Then I heard the whispers:
Rejection... What a feeling it brings...
You don't deserve it, nobody does, still such is life... Your life - to be rejected, pathetic and unnececary... An unnececary life you are! Nothing would be different, if you were not born.
And still you chose him as your Lord - the Creator Lord God! Why?!
Don't you understand, that you are one of my kind? Everything around you is His creation, and this everything rejects you! Eats your time and health and spits you out! Look at you! Running around with a big peace of bread like a fool! There is no place for you among his children. You simply don't have enough money and strength to earn this place!
Money is my invention - I give you much - but not enough, because I know, that you hate me. Hatred, isn't it, what your beloved Jesus taught you not to have? Stop hating me, because I and my people never rejected you.
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