You always know the answer to their tricks and turns

You see their lies and unravel their doctrines

I hate doctrines

You whisper flitting about like a frustrated bat

A kiss to the cheek

The best thing about you, I say, is that I can lie to you.

And you don’t care

He’s chuckling

Coming close and leaning in

Of course

I don’t do

That hypocritical bullshit

It’s so sad all the witches get painted like satanists

Saturn

He mutters to himself

When the depths of the magic come from a time older hundreds of years older thousands of years older

Than the false god and Christ himself.

Can’t we all get along?

A whisper

Yes

If we cut out the sickness

The cause of all this

You catch it every time he whispers

My ears are ringing because it’s the wrong time

No one on top

No one beneath

The way I approach them on even feet

I don’t play supplication

Unless I have a safe word

He laughs

And we continue watching their silliness.

It is outrageous.

But they won’t notice.

Keeping in mind

Keeping in mind

That Lucifer fell

Not for hate of mortals

He was cast to hell

For looking away from the “one god”

To the people

Who He hated.

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