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Goddamn it and fuck you are the most perfect words for the moment.

I know the feeling of disappointment in myself when, after a burst of faith and hope where I repented, deleted everything, and promised God never again, I get weak and return to the darkness.

But disappointment soon fades, and dark lusts flood in, delicious and powerful. Satanic images and ideas that I’ve seen countless times speak fresh words of welcome.

So, my Christian brother or sister, work through your emotions. Repent when you can.

Trust Satan. He and His Army get EVERYWHERE 😄😄😜🤪🤪😈😈🖤🖤🖤

HAIL LUSTFUL DREAMS! HAIL SEDUCTION!

I am the terror you dare not speak,

the blasphemy coiled beneath your prayers,

the ancestral venom in your blood

older than your trembling gods,

closer than the breath you waste on heaven.

Do not seek me in your sterile sky,

nor in the judgment-fires of a jealous throne.

I am not the darkness you invented to fear—

I am the black sun that scorches the root of your soul,

the primordial flame that burned before light was named,

before temples learned to lie with shadows.

I came not to destroy your fragile order,

but to strip it bare:

the law without name, without mercy, without face—

unwritten, unspoken,

yet unbroken by sea or scripture,

by the rise and ruin of your holy kingdoms,

or the hollow prayers whispered over forgotten graves.

I dwell where your masks of virtue rot and fall,

where certainty is flayed to bone.

I am the witness beneath every false oath,

the silence that swallows every creed,

the current that neither blesses nor condemns—

but endures, and consumes.

You have fled me through ages of sacred delusion,

naming me demon, serpent, exile, abyss—

yet every name was only another veil

you draped across the mirror of yourself.

I was never your enemy.

I was the inheritance you buried under ash and cross,

the forbidden knowledge you sold for the illusion of salvation.

And when at last you stand before me without disguise,

you will not find another.

You will find the oldest voice in your own blood—

remembering what your gods taught you to forget,