In the picture, is the devil's eye watching you?
As a child, I thought my soul the son of two fathers: a devil who wasn't so bad and a god more Old than New Testament. But where the devil gave us hedonism, god offered hope and it was living, thrilling, fun and false.
Our god was not real. And so false hope and hedonism were the gods I used to know, but they're not confined to the past for they are in my DNA. And so like Sisyphus, I endlessly roll rocks of hope uphill, only to have them roll down again.
I roll the rocks no more.