Devil can you lie
I remember my mother promised me that satan, gods fallen angel was the most beautiful of his creations.
That he was armed with promising futures that would seem like a heavenly oasis.
That chaos would be painted in beautiful stains and hues that would make the sinister unrecognizable.
Alas we are drowning in a river of chaos, but the promise of guise and armor doesnt allude. Because the horrors are tranparent and the hate is out in the open. The flatline of a brother is met with mock and humor. The prejudice is met with stone and sin. The world is on fire and instead of it being extinguished people are first in line to carry more torches.