Category: Writers Block
O Satan, Lucifer, Son of the Morning! Bright, burning one, who shineth more brilliantly than a thousand suns!
I wouldst know thee, as I know my earthly, mortl Father. I wouldst touch thy hand, and walk with thee in thy bountious gardens, whose fruit is that of the sun.
Fill me with thy glorious, shining presence! Let me drink from thy river, and be replenished!
I wouldst walk with thee, and go by thy side all the days of my life. And then, let me rest a while in thy great house.