3:04 a.m. - 2008-07-27
Luz
Insignificant, little broken insect squirming in your gut. I'll crawl my way up and infect your heart. What you once loved will soon be mine. The world you created is nothing but a lie, and after I become there will be no more blind. I am the morning star.

...I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain. I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High (Isa. 14:13,14).