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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