She sat with me on top of the gates. Her body was pale almost saint like. She would point out the new comers. How scared they looked. I just smiled at her.
"Being fearful of hell is baffling. It's not that bad down here."
"I agree." She then took my hand. I didn't let go.
-Satan
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Satan's diary
PoésieBesides liking hard liquor and hellish trees Satan is poetic and what ones might say a dream searcher.
