An angel, a black angel.
'God' she says...
'I am God, the creator of all that is good'.
Her deep red eyes pierce me,
burning my skin.

'Are you a sinner?' She asks.
'Do you worship the devil of the heavens?'
'Why is it that sinners refuse to follow my wishes of lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride? Yet they are willing to sicken me with acts of chastity, abstinence, liberality, diligence, patience, kindness and humility?'
'Why do these disgusting sinners continue to have relations with those of the opposite sex, practice monogamy and refuse to cause inevitable death?'

I dwell in my own thoughts, disoriented.
A knot of doubt accumulating in my stomach.
Fear and disbelief wash over me.

'Sin, my little Lucifer, is what tears people from the real truth'.

A silence falls upon my mind.
Confusion fills my already fucked up head.
Which is God?
What is truth?

I hear Abraxas whisper 'Even God herself is a lie'.

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