“Write about this brother.” He tells me.
Me and Lucifer have been through a lot together, he has always had my back, he knows I love him and I know he loves me.
Yes, we had a spat sometime back, we are better than ok now, we are family.
Oh, to those who think they know anything about what we have been through and come to quick assumptions like they did in the past…you don’t.
“You have to stop smoking brother.” he tells me, as he stands before me, a beautiful bright angel of light.
He’s right, but I kind of want to smoke a bit again, so I finish smoking my cigarette.
He gives me his hand,
“You and me brother…always.”
I say: “Yes brother, always…I love you brother.”
“I love you too brother.”