Pandora's Box

Lucifer was always my favorite character in the Bible. My mother often calls me her Angel, her Sunshine. All the same she'll remind me of what a monster I am, or was, or can be; I've lost concern. Sympathy for the Devil? That's what I feel, my lune. It's like being reassembled from the ground up, your presence. An unfiltered light pours between us. Its vitality is forgotten like a thirst consumed by hunger. We dine alone, wishing only to drink together. While she prays to God, I mock myself as a great lightbearer. Cast out of Heaven and reincarnated, ready to unite a people forgotten by our Lord. I'll look omniscience in its slowly lifting eyes, and hold a mirror. When the Father we've birthed evolves into our likeness, he too will fight a suffocating battle with Self. When its fury can no longer be contained, this Monster will mercilessly ravage its tumors, painfully unaware they are but symptoms.