Satan 1:3

Posted by The Fallen One

on November 19, 2008

As man’s search for civilization and God progressed I became aware of the folly that is free will. By allowing man to bathe in this great gift, God also provided him with the cloth to dry himself. When man’s skin became pruned with excess he had a foil to turn to. A scapegoat to explain away his gluttony and greed. Why did man partake of the apple and kill his brother?

The Devil. Satan.

How easy it was. To turn woeful eyes towards the clouds and weep for forgiveness. It was not his fault that the blood of children stained the streets. It was the fault of the serpent. Man’s immorality had a source if not a face.

In hearing these stories and feeling the weight with which they were thrown, I shuddered in horror. These were the creatures I envied. These were the divine creations I had once marveled at. These selfish, immoral, and hypocritical beasts that worshipped God as they wielded swords in His name. They feared His wrath so they attributed their actions to me.

Me.

I stood on a mountain and watched as a man feverishly built an ark because he feared the wrath of a vengeful God. For all who would listen this man spoke of God. This God was going to purge the earth of man’s sins. And in the shadow of this vessel men gathered. They ridiculed its builder and the stories of a flood that never came.

The ark stands their still. Its builder had been right. There was a terrible flood threatening to cover the earth.

Evil.