Best Satanist Poems

Is the occultist aware she’s daring,
That she carries the shadiest orifice?
No.
She just defecates and scars remain.


Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian:
passion on one side, narcissism on the other.
‘Twas unforeseen.


Enemies working together,
Exchanging callous banknotes.


No one had foreseen this.


Eventually, she’ll cripple
from depositing and withdrawing.
But no...

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Salvation of a Satanist

When will I actually be me?
I hide behind so many masks
Afraid that someone will see
And not like what they will find

I am disgusted with the reflection in my mirror
Knowing what I truly am
Pretending my profession
Just to gain what I can

It would take...

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There is a movement amongst Republican ranks
in The United States Congress, regarding the
the absence of religion in schools, and its
herald revival, like some Bible Belt Tent
-- minus the tambourines, being it is
The Halls of Congress -- after all.

In the wings awaits assorted
groups whose numbers had...

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