I apologize for being too benign as demon once.
My only excuse for not ripping enough livers from humans was envy for those leisurely roasting their flesh.
I have done my best as graveyard goat; eating flowers and defecating on headstones. I have tried inflicting pain, but my horns are not sharp enough to even hurt a toddler.
Lord, I am mocked by chubby cherubs here; please take me back.
I am even willing to start at the bottom stirring the sulfur pits if you just let me back to Hell.
Forever Faithfully Yours
Hieronymus “Bad Buck” Bosch.
I recycled the idea from the last time, but instead of a sonnet I decided to write this as letter directly to the black master. It must be so much harder to do evil on a bright graveyard than with a constant supply of sinners to torture.
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December 26, 2018