William Blake said that all really good poetry is written by angels.

And I truly believe mine is written by that fallen angel, Lucifer, bringer of light.

At the begining of time, conflict broke out between God, the being with the most might; and Lucifer, the consciousness which was most bright.

Now Lucifer got thrown into hell, after he gave that big dumb bully one hell of a fight.

And ever since, Lucifer and his legions are waiting underground, raising hell, and fighting bravely to make this goddamned world right.

To a poor suffering devil, seeing God die would be one hell of a groovy sight!

Groovy man

by the Cool Cat