I was talking to the devil. He was an angel once. God forgive peoples. Angels not so much. Jesus was telling the story of the first Crucifixion. It wasn't him. Just some thief. Justice was different back then. Pain was more real. Held more power over people. Then came television and the Internet. Now nothing scare us. Except power outages.
When God finally stopped talking I told him it's wrong. That the monkey should become man. That the time machine should have both forward and reverse. How can you expect us to decide. Where we belong.
Incubating us in the heavens and birthing us into this hell. We're only children. Yours. Cavemen still poking at the fire you gave us.
Burnt and cold.
Searching for the source.