I perch upon the shoulders of men in their time of darkness when their lust, rage, or hatred wells up in power and their blood runs hot and salty in their veins. At such times, they cannot see well, and they need my keen eyes to select their victims.
I whisper sweet nothings in their ears, but they think that what they hear is their own thoughts. I let them believe what they will, for they are damned, and I shall carry them into Hell for they belong to the master. But before He gets them, they are mine.
For a time, I shall guide them along the pathway of my choice, and they listen to me, for I give them power. Yes, I give them power. I make them drunk with power to where they think that they can do anything or become anything or get anything and keep it for their own-- and no one will ever, ever know...
Yes, I drive Christians crazy with lust and greed. That's my job! They refuse Lucifer and hate Satan and chide the Devil. No, they are much too good for us! You see, they have made a bet that they are stronger than Satan. They actually believe that they can turn their back on their base natures by calling upon the name of their forgotten god and his whelp son who ran off with the prostitute Mary Magdalene.
Oh that was fun. My word! Yes, I was around back then, and I was assigned to this skinny kid who would change the world. Oh, he was totally proud! He constantly spoke of the power of his father and his revenge upon mankind. He ranted on day and night about the evils of sin and money and sex and anything men liked. Give it up! Give it all up, he would scream, rant and rave, pissing everyone off.
Well, don't you know that I perched upon his shoulder? He never even knew I was there when I showed him just how toothsome was that Mary of the street. I told him to behold the joys of her hot thighs and ample breasts. Oh, how the Nazarene fought himself, but he couldn't stand it any longer and finally took her for himself.
That was it. He was hooked. After
that, he lost interest in "his father's
business," and mostly grumbled from
then on. That was OK with me, as I
just steered him a little now and again.
Mostly then I left him alone and just
watched as he whipped himself with
her. He wanted her all right. No
matter what he said, he wanted her.
Well, the rest was a joke. Yeah, I know
what was supposed to happen, but it
didn't go down like that. Oh, he went
through the motions, all right and they
even strung him up on one of those Roman
Crosses, but then they did that to just
about anyone who upset their apple
cart. Caesar didn't all that much care
for any competition.
Well, anyway, Pilot's heart wasn't really
in it, and so he kinda turned a blind eye
to the whole affair, washing his hands
of it, so-to-speak. Well a few bucks
changed hands here and there when no
body was looking, and it wasn't long
before the two Marys, His mother and
his bitch managed to get him cut down
and absconded with him to better
places.
The cleaned him up a bit and got him
ready to travel. As soon as he could,
they lit out for France and there, lived
happily ever after, raising kids and
doing the stuff that people did back
then which was mostly drink wine and
make more kids.
Well, don't you know that all those guys who hung around with the boy wonder were at a loss as to what to do now that their hero had disappeared? Finally they just decided to lie a bit and go on with the program like nothing ever happened. I guess that they had an agenda. Well, the kid was gone wasn't he? Sure, that's it. They told people what they wanted to hear and created a religion of martyrs and mysticism that ruined more people than any other in history. The darn fools should have stuck with Satan in the first place and saved all of the trouble.
Not only did the new religion of the slain god ruin the people who tried to practice it, but it even ruined people who wanted nothing to do with it. It was unbelievable the amount of death and destruction that came about over that pack of lies! But that was nothing compared to what that guy Paul got started. By the time he got done with it, the country was in a real mess.
Fight, kill, maim and destroy were the key words. All this has gone on for some two thousand years now and is still going on. Oh there is not as much outright war these days except in out of the way places like Africa and now Kosovo, but it's still going on. Of course, the Ephesians will kill anybody that disagrees with them, but what the Hell. We don't even need to bother with them-- they are going to Hell anyway.
But, I don't much get into that stuff anymore. Wars, once they are started sort of take care of themselves and kill people and break things-- war is almost automatic. What I like to do is find me one of those big-shot preachers and perch on his shoulder for a while. You wouldn't believe what those guys are capable of when the opportunity comes along.
Hell, they are just like the Nazarene. All I have to do is point them toward a pretty face or a way to make a bunch of money, and they are right there with bells on. Once they get the scent, they are on it like a dog. The fun comes after it's all over and they come to their senses. Then its, "Oh Lord, why me? Why did you let me do such an awful thing with poor little girl." Well, some of them do that, anyway, but others don't even look back. It even makes me wonder!
Well, I've done all I need to here, so I got to spread my wings and fly off to another job. Lets see... Oh, this one is in Chicago. One of these country boys is just getting started up, and I don't want to miss the fun. Be seeing you, ciao!
