Best Satanic Poems
You feel your body falling in blackness.
You snatch your shoulder to the right.
The nausea stops.
The bottomless pit is hell.
Do not enter the midnight.
Up in the window, stands a coyote.
His teeth are bared in detestation.
He howls his satanic verses.
Abomination is his curse.
Do not confront this animal.
Life fades.
Humankind is mentally dead.
They have goaded the animals with the splicing of human brain.
A dog walks with the persona of man.
Do not speak to him.
In the hollow of a tree with leaves as a covering, lies a wolf.
Her teeth are gleaming as she slyly looks.
She stands and yowls her satanic verses.
Atrocity is her hatred.
Do not attack.
Run as fast as you can.
Satan is on a journey to win.
Shout for the Holy Spirit to enter.
Abhor venerating the regards of our creator.
Do this to be save.
Satanic verses you hear in the howls and yowls of the pacts.
They speak in tongue about your nicks and knacks.
Purloins humankind has become by affronting the world the omnipotent formed.
The great divided is no more.
Satanic verses are the faunas’ voices.
Beware the midnight!
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Penned on May 27, 2014!|
I once had a satanic phone,
When anyone called, it would groan.
It made up a lie,
Told my girlfriend Di:
‘He’s out…giving the dog a bone.’ *
*Slang for sex
"Why!' The 'why' is irrelevant!
The 'why' is counted for everything,
The Satanic stands for; to bid his.
His soul: aimed at the chaos of humanity.
His nectar is disparity, he harnesses.
He walks and breathes with fervency!
He stands for rebellion, unto which:
He grows bigger and stronger,
Against everything good!
He falsely informs love:
Whereas he is incapable of doing so.
He walks and breathes cunningly!'
Though I walk in the shadows of death;
I shall fear no evil doing unto me.
I am armored; I will be able to stand within.
My battle is hard; his chaos is so strong!
What's this I walk through?
He walks and breathes so cunningly!"
Original angel, God's first personal assistant
Going errands for the Almighty, across upon infinite distant
The toast of heaven, captain of the A team
A is for angels, all jealous of Satan’s beam
They knew God had spent, a little more time on him
For apparent he was "special", It was for him God invented that word
Who could have foreseen, one day he would be enemy to God’s thee Word
He was there by his master’s side, secretary to creation
While other angels stood by, hateful of this relation
God's favorite angel, beautiful with no blemish
Flapping his wings in praise, as God filled the oceans with fish
Brightest among angels, the very first superstar
Keeping records of all creation, from the birds to the moon and stars
Chief astronomer, of God’s magnificent light works,
The only one with clearance, to share his thoughts and remarks
“The ocean is not deep enough, the heavens are too wide”
First angel to speak his mind
He was to God what Mark Anthony was to Caesar
He loved his master, but he was not an angel pleaser
He came out on top, at the heaven’s post-creation dance
Danced and danced even after the master took his seven-day rest
Giving Michael and Gabriel their much awaited chance
“He no longer dances for your glory master, give him just one test”
“Take his wings and beauty master, and see whether he will obey your commandment”
And so, once beloved Satan, was turned to a lowly serpent
He would have got back his wings, were it not for Adam and Eve
He was only bluffing about the forbidden fruit, he dint mean to deceive
But foolish Eve ate the apple, and Adam followed suit
There was no fair trial, so a third sympathizing angels quit
And now the once bright original angel, was cast and now adores dreadful horns
Reigning below the sea with other ex-angels; the demons
From the A-team to the D-team, from angelic beam, to demonic steam
If you too divinely fell from grace, from such a high level
You would have no choice but to become the devil
That Pentecost Sunday in Owo
As worshippers assembled
For the rain of Holy Spirit
Men of the underworld
Wielding the tools of their ungodly trade
Rained satanic bombs and bullets on innocent congregants
And two scores lay dead
While many more injured
Leaving families devastated
Dreams brutally cut short
And reign of fear foisted on
The hitherto peaceful community
All in the name of extremism
And misguided religiosity
What a sacrilege in God’s temple?
What a desecration of His sanctuary?
What an audacious confrontation with God
In His terrestrial abode?
The wicked will never go unpunished
Vengeance is of the lord
At His time they will reap
The fruit of their wickedness
A Satanic “ANTI-CHRIST” Lies in Every Heart
My ‘Brothers,’ ‘Sisters,’ hear my ask, and choose to follow CHRIST!
What ‘RIGHT’ calls faith’s not FAITH at all. LOVE claims no ‘CHRISTIAN RIGHT’
to force ALL PEOPLE to its WILL! My God! RIGHT’s aptly named!
‘RIGHT’ think that acting in THEIR WILL’s the way to paradise
but that’s IDOLATRY. All faith that’s sure it’s RIGHT is SIN
(the ‘DEVIL IN DISGUISE’) and GRACE a gift God gives to ALL
(man’s actions don’t deserve!) Friend, FAITH’s the path to where Grace lives!
Abortion is a fact of life (at times, a gift from God!)
which would be parents think they hate (rape’s victims meet with love!),
and practiced long before Christ’s birth. The Bible’s silent here!
Friend! It’s satanic claim to KNOW what’s right for other’s lives!
‘Roe versus Wade’ does not hurt you and lets each person vote.
The Truth is true for all of time, no matter how it’s sliced
and those who lie to make truth wrong are allies of the night,
with hate, with Hell, with Death! Love wins when Trump, his friends are shamed!
Where Satan tricks, God gives you choice (redemption conquers vice),
God’s goal’s your growth, His Truth’s that Love wants sinner’s souls to win!
Success gets primed with Christ’s amazing Grace and still we fall!
No church fares better than the rest; they’re wisdom’s fugitives
that seek to hide their nakedness with borrowed leaves! How odd!
Acknowledged sin has lost its edge (where vanity hides truth in glove);
what’s weak is strong through faith (though all feel shame who know they fear!)
Life’s lessons stressed we earn through pain; its honey comes from hives.
“Each night earth’s known has met day’s dawn” is poetry worth note!
Long Tooth
May 23rd in 2022
Poet’s Note:
Do not despair that our churches are all more hospitals for the sick and dying than they are Country Clubs for the saved. That seems to be what Grace is for! Give more Grace to others if you dream it is yours to share.
To hell harbinger, niggling winsome words,
has grasped the devil's share, for menhir size
Has pencilled in his own and crossing swords-
It errant's change which seeks the high rewards.
As such they'd yammer the athiest priest
Prepare to skewer faith that's what we've done
With raffish grin, the template from the East,
Has built ferocious men to form this Beast.
Defy, that would no penitence be claimed,
To bask in carmine etchings, someone's blood
Somewhere, where an idle worth is blamed,
Adapts these xeric rituals therefore tamed.
To vilify each state, the wordsmiths curse,
Has first to reach the west, a destination
Jitter free from consort, ends his verse
While kohl can camouflage as matters worse.
Before the tinsel shrinks the bask shall glow,
A zephyr hailed along, with fan to blaze
Contained as one explorer, which we know-
Oblivion, auras mentor steals the show.
The umbra can indeed produce some shade
While gullet quenches low, as food shall be,
Where evil grows the size that man has made
He brings the lions share for masquerade.
I’ve heard it said . . . our future is in peril and deadly danger
Those close to us are listening, to the whispers of a stranger
The Word of God lies hidden, in the depths of cold despair
Lying buried under lies and hate
Deceit hangs in the air!
I’ve heard it said . . . that bankers are a privatised cartel
Hold monopoly on our futures, past and present times as well
Write the policies of the World, through corrupted CEO’s
But we’ve been down that road before
That’s just the way it goes!
I’ve heard it said . . . A President elect, is what is needed
A parasite or paedophile, twisted jokers unimpeded
Both hands are drawn, unholy as voters standing vexed
Voters drenched in cold abandon
As zombies standing hexed
I’ve heard it said . . . pandemics are caused by EMR
Evidence of 200 years lends proof they do so far
From recent Star wars project days, Musks satellites laid low
To Bob the Duck and Quantam Baby
Radar and radio
I’ve heard it said . . . New Babylon is surely on the cards
A collusion of musicians, choose to play the Devils bards
Bloodcurdling revelations, sacrificial lambs to savour
Iniquitous borne melodies
To trade for Satans favour
I’ve heard it said . . . RFID’s the only chip we’ll need
A Beastly brand of ownership, to mark the Devils seed
The cadence upon the wind Lord, as it rolls
Unknowing next for whom
The Bell it Tolls
I’ve heard it said . . . our leaders calling out for martial Law
Agenda 30’s rapid rise to being, without a flaw
Shadow governments pulling strings on all our borders
Screams of Angels drowned beneath
Our New World Orders
I’ve heard it said . . . the authors of the codes aren’t flying blind
Re-splicing of Mans D.N.A is foremost in their minds
A pocket full of posies, all fall down
Culling virus’s prevail
As we slowly drown
I’ve heard it said . . . our prayers alone are the only comforts left
Our souls He’s dealt a losing hand, the Lords love stands bereft
Armageddon’s on the horizon, End of Times
Our future in the making reeks
Of ancient nursery rhymes
Con-sequen-ces to living, barriers un-forgiving scape of
Mean choice's denying sponteanous voices, you are free
To choose.! Yet maybe you could loose? Better restrain
Your views' As for the environment he will choose..him
The anti-one.' Voicer of reasons of much division makes
One.? Lover of diversity yet never enhancing modernity.?
Lowering the debate, to a feral state..Advice to save lives.!
While weilding the ultimate lie..Safe the directive.' Turns
Out it was defective.' Its all such a shock.! Experts eye the
Dock..Not as the doctor ordered.' Strange co-insidence
Making up a potion to keep humanity ringfenced. No real
Co-hesion or plan (it was unknown to all humans) first
Was cold storage even needed.? In mask carcinogenic content,
Health impeded'
Politicans were so vehement just one life lost.! to
Them was a (great cost?) Like they observed all things in small
Numbers.' Food defense, spending agriculture all worked
In hundreds, Oh they were not used to numbering in
Millions.! Its all small scale just like the money.? Which
Is often less than ten bucks.?? Which they offer to the
Homeless when they are proving they don't care less for
Those who've served their country's who are now penalised
By these numptys.' who are virtue signalling addictive
Which imbues them with a large mantle of vindictive.'
As they serve and promote satan who owns them all through net gain of function' now zero rated..If not to
Say universally hated.? By all carbon sentient beings.'
They're forever looking yet not seeing.!
This satanic one lives in a dark, lonely place
He’s thoroughly engrossed in pelfishness,
Utterly devoid of virtue, principle, and grace
He is lounging in narcissism and selfishness.
While he views other leaders with disdain,
Claiming his greatness with disgusting ego
He clearly cares only for what is his domain
And those who recognize it will rate him a zero.
V. Putin -- of such pitiful, unenviable nature,
Alone in his well-protected, Moscow capitol
Fearing for his life, his most prominent feature,
While his smirking arrogance is quite classical.
Despicable, this loathsome, murderous creature
He’s even worse than a hypocritical preacher!
Written March 17, 2022
Eden grassy walls stood stark,
In the noble bowers, of bending day
luscious fruit-in tempestuous talk
The inaccurate gaze led them astray.
Eve with picturesque temptress voice
Put in Adam's mind the godly tyrant.
Repentance implicit in her silence
She joins the wanton seductive serpent.
Infectious with death before the fall.
crawl with silken skin on Eden grassy verge
A devil who speaks transforms into Belial
upon his wounded knees the beggar surge.
For weed and wort, paradise was thwart.
With disability, we live in the lesser part.
Erotic connotation the notion brought.
Death of paradise portrayed from the start.
A place in dive bars and witchy urinal air
We fell into something drabber and daring.
Such modern methods may yet backfire.
And generations may see lust-inducing.
A threat of the demonic realm insane pain
Haunting malady from the power of the air.
The creation reform movement formed again.
with the irresistible figure in the atmosphere.
the satanic petty super rich,
are Nigeria bound, reborn in ****,
of sight and sound,,
ironic is the twitch,
but the curse has found a *****,
I want no part of it!
earned well the spell IS bound...
Don
SATANIC DISCO
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
AT NITE EVERYTHING CHANGE
JUST HAPPENED TO BE HERE FREE
WITH YOUR FANTASIES UNEXPECTED
HIGHWAY TO YOUR SOUL
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
MUSIC DANCE TO YOUR OWN RHYTHM
DANCE TO YOUR OWN MUSIC
THINGS ARE RUNNING AROUND
TO YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND
AND DESIRE INVADE YOUR BODY
AS THE BAND STARTS PLAYING
KEEP YOUR BODY NEXT TO ME
KEEP LOOKING AT MY LIPS
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
MUSIC DANCE TO YOUR OWN RHYTHM
DANCE TO YOUR OWN MUSIC
IT’S ALL BLUR
SPINNING AROUND
DREAMING
RHYTHM YOUR HEART
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
Jezabella Kipp
SATANIC DISCO
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
AT NITE EVERYTHING CHANGE
JUST HAPPENED TO BE HERE FREE
WITH YOUR FANTASIES UNEXPECTED
HIGHWAY TO YOUR SOUL
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
MUSIC DANCE TO YOUR OWN RHYTHM
DANCE TO YOUR OWN MUSIC
THINGS ARE RUNNING AROUND
TO YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND
AND DESIRE INVADE YOUR BODY
AS THE BAND STARTS PLAYING
KEEP YOUR BODY NEXT TO ME
KEEP LOOKING AT MY LIPS
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
MUSIC DANCE TO YOUR OWN RHYTHM
DANCE TO YOUR OWN MUSIC
IT’S ALL BLUR
SPINNING AROUND
DREAMING
RHYTHM YOUR HEART
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
WELCOME TO SATANIC DISCO
Jezabella Kipp
I find myself
In a dark room
Strapped to a bed
The light turns on
The large TV comes on
A smiling image
Of Satan fills the TV
He is dressed
In a conservative business suit
Looks like he came
Out of a corporate
board meeting
surrounded by demonic aides
who constantly shove papers
at him
He looks up from his lap top
And smiles
A deadly so insincere smile
His voice booms out
Welcome to Hell
My satanic slaves
I am Satan
Your new master
Each of you
Has been sentenced
To an eternity of torture
And the punishment
Must fit the crime
So, for you
Mr. Jake Cosmos Aller
Failed aspiring poet
And novelist
Your torture
Is to be strapped
To that bed
Unable to move
As you are filled
With the need
To piss and
But you cannot move
And your skin
Is crawling with bugs
And itchy
as Hell so to speak
and you are so sleepy
but you cannot sleep
the TV will play
endless repeats
Of some of the worst TV
and movie shows
ever produced
Starting with my favorite
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Featuring your favor annoying little girl
Carmetta! Singing for you forever
As you are the ultimate cake sniffer
Welcome to Hell