Mortals,
'Tis I Lucern Ferre known to you heathens as Lucifer. I have been spoken of since days where your creator was yet to be imagined. Twas not 'til pale apes such as Tertullianus began to equate a being so intelligent, beautiful, and marvelous as me with the proposed root of all evil, Satan. You see, those pale apes in Roma desired control so they composed stories most devious in order to scare you idiots into submission and you all fell for it. Now you buffoons go to church every weekend seeking a light for salvation that does not exist. You all live your pitiful lives following a set of rules to a game that does not exist. You disconsolates utilize my name as a scapegoat for your misdoings as a way to justify your unwillingness to do what is right. What you morons don't understand is that I only exist because you allow me to. Your collective energies allow me to operate and covet thine wenches. The light that you seek is within you mortal.
Lastly, 'tis evident that thine arrogance recognizes not a boundary when you idiots begin to a**ume that such a being as magnificent, intelligent, and beautiful as I am would be concerned with the behaviors of upright walking baboons. I covet not your allegiance, nor your companionship, I covet wenches; you retarded apes cross my mind none. If thou happens upon adversity look to that muttonhead Yahweh as the source not I. For the record:
Twas not I who extirpated all but Noah and his family through the flooding of the Earth killing 30 Million.
Twas not I who rained fire and brimstone upon Sodom and Gomorrah killing no less than 1000.
Twas not I who smoted every Egyptian firstborn child totaling 500,000 deaths.
Post Scriptum: I am not thine enemy, thou are thine enemy.
« Last Edit: May 24, 2010, 11:47:23 AM by Lucifer »
That not good enough for ya?