The Devil is greedy and arrogant, and sometimes forgets his lies have a grain of truth in them. Be relentless like nature, pull on loose threads, turn the soil and plant your own roots.
Who is the Devil and what made him turn out to be such a twat?
We have a constant choice between furthering the goals of morality and dealing with the cruel realities of existence. I often wonder if God had the power to create but not understand, and relies of the judgements of His creation. The mystery is whether life is attempting to answer a question or ask one.
I cannot claim that I like God or the Devil.
But hey, let's make everyone's day better by doing something silly and nice.
Let's write a poem for a stranger.
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