Essays and Bad Ideas

I Am Sin

Come unto me, daughter of the Lord, that I may know you, and cast you down.

I want to use your body to mock your God; I long to wrench away His child and defile her upon His altar. I want to watch you dishonor your family and traditions for my amusement, and then return you once more to a life of pious lies. I want to see you kneel in my name, renounce your faith, and swear to worship only that which I have blessed.

I want nothing less than to deny you paradise; to damn you to hell. And if you’ll allow me, I’ll take even that away, leaving you adrift in a causeless, uncaused universe of endless, unfathomable, unfeeling complexity. Adrift and alone.

Alone except for me.