“Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence
And leave me with my sins”
Slipknot
Lightning
was flashing intermittently. If you looked closely between the flashes, you
could make out the silhouette of a man standing on a balcony overlooking the
fields. This man was the Lord and Master of the realm. His task was to punish
and he had scores of methods at his disposal to do so.
He stood and
let the rain drench him, feeling the water seep under his skin and freeze him
to the bone. The last time he felt this cold was during the Fall, when his
realm had not been made and the fire had not been kindled.
He
remembered that night. It was the night he had questioned authority that was
deemed absolute. He had made his point though. For that he was cast out.
Looking over
his realm-the Fields, the Chambers and of course the Hall of Sinners, he
suddenly felt no pride. Instead he felt tired. Everyone was so busy blaming
him, they forgot what it was like to shoulder the blame for the mistakes of
every single living being. They all had their excuse- “The Devil made me do it!”
And so it
came to pass that on the night it rained in Hell, Lucifer cast aside his
identity, and anonymous, he stretched his wings and flew away into the space
between realms where at long last he went to sleep.
And all the
sin that was stored in Hell, went back to its source- the beings who had perpetrated
them in the first place.
The Bilge Master
