Democratic Genie; For When God's Not Good Enough

Before plastic was the Logos

Logos becomes what his Father desires him to be

A Shepherd, a lamb
A Physician, a wounded warrior
A High Priest, a blood sacrifice
A God, a devotee

But there is also the ignoble one:
The Fallen Star

Those who don't desire the Father are offered compensation:

He is their genie in a bottle

When money becomes the "I AM"

Or lust or fame

Or drugs or material possession

Then that is the balm

At the end of this aeon

That disrobed emperor once called Satan

Will join with his kindred spirits to hear the words,

"I hope you enjoyed your rewards. It's been fun. Ciao!"

And who then can complain that they didn't get what they'd bargained for?