The Sickness of Man (a letter of forgiveness)

Dear god,

The sickness of man is all around me,
I can sense it, smell it, down to the darkness of their souls,
where their livers are full of black tar,
a result of living like a rock star,
poor man's liver,
they say I have no pity, if it's not pity,
then its disdain at how mankind fall so easily to the 'dark side'.

Evil Lucifer,
predator of mankind's sins,
tainted by the rejection of the almighty,
I must reveal in the man-made evils,
that poison the world above me,
a happy life it is not,
yet am I not doing the job of Christ himself by punishing the damned.

I cannot say I enjoy my work,
contrary to popular belief,
I despise the arrival of more uninhabited souls,
to torture in the blackness,
weeping and with gnawing teeth,
they devour,
tormented by my own entrapment in this cease pit of horrors.

If God cannot be held accountable for man's Evils,
I fail to see how I once in the protection of the holy cloth,
can be held any more accountable,
for was the 'Evil' we speak of not already prevalent,
before I was banished here,
a slave to the shortcomings of the humankind,
for I myself fell victim.

To the sickness of man,
I was overcome by self conceitedness,
I know now that my actions were wrong,
and were driven through vengeance and anger,
I was afraid that I would never be able to rival,
the love you have for your dear son,
enshrouded with pride and jealously,
I humbly request forgiveness.

until then,yours sincerely,
Satan.