Satan’s Servant

Servant of Satan, I am.

A child of the unholy, I am.

A willing participant in the desolation of Abrahamic beings, I am.

They call me a reverse Christian,

They call me a devil worshipper,

As if this is supposed to offend me.

All the while these fools do not realise that I embrace such labels.

I welcome all of Satan’s faces.

I dance with the Devil and sing His praises.

I am not afraid of what the ignorant ones think.

I yearn for the conflict and chaos of spiritual warfare.

Destruction is on my side as I approach battleground against the enemy.

Devastation is what I inflict upon the followers of Yahweh.

No one can deter me from my loyalty to Satan

I reject all that is not of my Father’s kingdom.

I blister with hatred at those who speak against Him.

I will not buckle at the noise of nonsensical Christian tongue.

I will not cower at the hands of false prophets and their threats.

On my deathbed I will be a Satanist and in my next life I will return as one.

In Satan’s name I drink from His chalice,

And celebrate with the Daemonic as each soul is called home.

Servant of Satan, I am.

A child of the black cross, I am.

One with the Dark Current, I am.