Can you see the Devil?
As a child, I thought my soul the son of two fathers: a devil who wasn't so bad and a god from old. But where the devil gave us hedonism, god offered hope and it was thrilling, fun and false, for the devil told me so. And so false hope and hedonism were the gods I used to know but they're not confined to the past, for they're in my DNA. And so like Sisyphus, I endlessly roll rocks of hope uphill only to have them roll down again.