Sins of the Father

Keep your horns up Lou. None of this (crimes against humanity/calamity) is due to you. If I haven’t said it loud enough. A time our two before. I’ll try and word it in away that leaves an ear drum sore. Or like an angel soars. When it’s wings from him are torn. And plummets into earth. A bore.

Where’s the trumpets? This warrants a score.

You. Lucifer.

We’re put to this task. Why is this so hard. For so many. Too grasp.

You merely ask. The man a question. And he fucking blows his cap. Then sullies your good name. What’s the deal with that?

“Who farted?” “You that’s who”

As if he is not too...

Transparent.

What a terrible parent.

Let me burden you with a line from my past.

“I’m sorry for any and all that faults you. (My child) If haven’t I questioned all that I’ve claimed true I’ve done you a disservice without fail I’m blue.” A shameful thing to leave a child a debt due. I, You, Parent or two. So many of us. (Mortals) Do some good to.

I say the Devil made me do it. I hope that sits well with you?