I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals or pray before going to bed last night. You are so ungrateful. I like that
about you! I can't begin to tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living.

Fool, you are mine.

Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you. I hate you because I hate God and He loves you. I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay Him back.

You see, fool, God loves you, and He has great plans in store for you. But, you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell! That way, we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God. Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who is boss in your life with all the good times we have had, watching dirty movies, cussing folks out, partying, stealing, lying, cheating, being a hypocrite, fornicating, over-eating, smoking, drinking, playing hooky from church, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, and back stabbing. Surely, you don't want to give all of this up. Con on, fool. Let's burn together forever in the eternal fire. I've got some hot plans for us.

This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say thanks for letting me use you for most of your life. you are so gullible. I laugh when you are tempted to sin, and give in. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You even make ME sick! Sin is beginning to take it toll on your life. I need some new blood. So, go ahead. Teach little kids to sin. All you have to do is smoke, drink, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, cuss, over-eat, miss Sunday school and service, party hard and party more. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it, too. Kids are like that.

Well, fool, I've gotta go now. But, I'll be back in a matter of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere and confess your sins, and live for God with that little bit of life you have left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning is becoming ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you! It's just that you'd make a better fool for Christ.

Now, if you really love me, don't share this letter. Just keep it to yourself.

You're Enemy,



Satan


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