Dear Dad (II)

I’ve never been one to pay attention, so this is what I found out lately about your test subjects “humans”-- although anything can be fixed:

- They believe you are almighty and all-knowing, yet they think that somehow I do all the bad things
- They believe that they can talk to you, yet they don’t know whether you really exist, and they have something called “psychology”, that tells them that talking to imaginary friends is insane
- They believe that some time ago you were born as one of them, or a part of you (something missing perhaps here), and then you were killed, and then you resurrected so that all their sins were redeemed—probably feeling guilty about all the killing they did so far, they thought to kill a man that imagined to be your son and a part of you (if that’s not a clue of insanity I don’t know what is). They would be redeemed when they die and come to be judged by you…as if souls exist after death with the same body, even though they know about decomposing bodies after death
- They believe that you were born by a virgin, even though they know were babies come from (with genetics and all)
- They believe I’m in the ground punishing people for sins they’ve done during their lifetime, by burning them, again even though they don’t really have a body after death.
- They still believe angels have wings, because that’s the way people knew stuff could fly when they had no Physics knowledge
- They believe that they are alone in their universe because they can’t see anyone else, and that they could destroy their planet (and apparently vanity is my favorite sin, even if it comes as a natural trait for most of them)

These are just a few of the things I’ve noticed lately and, honestly, they kinda’ bother me. Why am I the bad guy? Before that story of Adam and Eve, ridiculous and confirmed to be absurd by genetics, I was just an angel who rebelled; then Michael kicked my ass and then this story claims that I tempted Eve as a snake; why would I do that? I am the LIGHT BRINGER, I bring light, knowledge. They are constantly searching for knowledge, yet they don’t realize who is helping them achieve it.

Anyway, hope to see you soon.

Your beloved son

LUCIFER

Dear Dad

Please tell my brothers to stop messing up my toys. They blame it on me, but these are my toys, why would I break them? Hope to see you soon; you've been gone for quite some time.

Your beloved son,
LUCIFER