The narrative assuages their fragile, snowflake feelings, much more than the truth ever could. Don't worry, I have a special dungeon ready just for the child fuckers and ethnic cleansers. You'd approve God, if you ever came for a visit. But don't. It stinks too much like bacon and shrimp down here.

I'm as real as an imaginary, mythological angelic being can be! Oh, some would argue that I'm just a mentally ill old man. But what they don't get is that I live rent-free in his brain. Check out my Substack posts. I spell it out there (see what I did there?) satansinthehouse.substack.com

You know, I may be EVIL INCARNATE, but MY name is NOT on that list. And I say RELEASE IT!!! LET THE CHAOS REIGN!!! --your pal, Lucy. mwah!! 💋👹🫦

Oh fuck yeah! Burn for me baby!

I wish I still lived in Washington! Sounds like a devilish good time.

YEAH I do! I'm all over those FROSTY COCKS!!

Ah, but these human bodies "God" invented are made with backwards technology. Just another little joke He thought would be funny. Well no one's laughing *with* you "God." We're only laughing *at* You.

I won't make you suffer. That's all Him.

Yeah badass! \m/\m/

They can follow Christ that way all they want--it's terrific for business! Their blind little eyes see the glow ahead and think it's heaven. But they don't see the drop off claiming souls up ahead. Gotta ask yourselves, What would Jesus REALLY do? Or not. I'm fine either way WE'LL SEE YOU DOWN HERE.

Am I the only one waiting for Tinker Bell to fly over the top of that?

Actually I had nothing to do with it, neither did he. This is the body we both were given, just like everybody else. It's a shame, but I partied this body as hard as it would let me back in the Nineties. So there's that. But I wasn't able to be an alcoholic. Just the nature of my angelic being ig.

I hope you'll still exist in 2045. You'll need to shoot the billionaires off into space for the good of humanity by then. Oh, I guess that's today. You're behind the curve, NASA! Keep up the good work FOREVER.