I feel the worms,
of the bed bugs,
of squirming
not hesitating
bursting
to get to my skin.
My death,
is his burial
and walk to
oblivion....
I can't blame
as I never found
my own heaven.
My own
conflations here
I face my guilt.
while your felt,
is my oppression
to your demons
that you can't face
So here is your haste.......
Your perversions
to someone a-sexual
and was playing
you to death.
I will face my maker
and never a faker,
You're a Satanist
and never believed,
I'm not your guinea pig
and never was here,
I won't judge your heresy,
God will face your demons...
Categories:
satanist, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
nikita caspan..What a toilet pan.' Murders parents is a satanist, taking nazi instructions, to kill Mr Trump; next was the plan.!
Categories:
satanist, america, appreciation, education,
Form: Rhyme
Battling warfare to secure my future linage
A mother’s tears, a sister’s fight, bloodline’s vileness
Descendants imprisoned; heredities remain childless
Never experience freedom or visualize God's gifts in their arms
Through legal agreement, disappointments were spawned
I curse Leviathan, Jezebel, and Marine spirits,
Malevolent witchcraft, hocus pocus—I am not with it
Fortuneteller, Soothsayer, Warlock-Satanist
Wiccan, stargazers, zodiac followers, and hypnotists
Necromancer, mediums, peeping and muttering
False prophesy, curses, and malicious utterings
The Lord of Armies-Mighty in Battle eliminates you
The pleading of His name my legacy grew
Categories:
satanist, bible, christian, inspiration, motivation,
Form: Rhyme
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
enlarged, recently, due to
liberal channels, and that
is not of recent long ere
the days of backwoods
racism, --not all guilty
be the righteous few.
It's as if my, 'White
Lies' short story
-- resurrected.
Satanist sides with
the right wing in
hopes, it seem
they've filed a
proper docs.
to be a type
viable sort,
of faith be
admitted.
FYIs
Categories:
satanist, absence,
Form: Political Verse
Take a knife to the strings that attach me
Pull out the bridge pins, strum me with drachmae
Maybe then I'd have some worth for you to allocate
Maybe your role in the end was the devil's advocate
A Satanist, not the blatantest
Flown under my radar, the blurb of my memoir
Where will you be when I windup a wreck
Wasting away, misstepping, forgetting, hanging from the cromlech
Wailing of sirens and the echo of 5150
Following the path painted by the whiskey
Always have been a pretty little liar
Introduction to an overanalyzer
Since when did you become so starry-eyed?
Mix my chemical bonds, manipulate me with aldehyde
The stars in your eyes, perhaps sourced from the countryside?
Deactivate my neuronal tracts, just a drop of cyanide
I never thought I'd be one to commit fratricide
Only something you could manage to make glorified
Categories:
satanist, 12th grade, angst, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Fac Create
It all goes on in the factory
You name it they do it
A right old place of events
From art shows of cool paintings
To strip shows of hot ladies
Via a secret room for ing
Along with a Russian spy hiding
The flower seller downstairs
Equalled by the roof top ballet
The tattooist of the middle floor
Plus a Satanist who likes pigeons
Drinking takes places in the cellar
All this and more in the factory
Anything creative goes here
Pop down and give it a try
Categories:
satanist, appreciation, beautiful, imagery, society,
Form: Free verse
silence shattered
slaughtered schemes
bloodied corpses clawed
adulation bathed in screams
struggles strip flailing flesh
torment taunts with reeling stench
faces drawn are mirrored pain
painted with a Picasso’s strain
I fled the picture frame
not fit to follow the rules
and beat the Satanist schools
that raged to wedge me in
their sadistically sculpted skin
over the years that have passed
I have settled and see at last
a square peg in a rounded hole
robust sturdy and hailed whole
Categories:
satanist, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Etched in my heart
As well as the grave
Lies the heart of my old man
Whom I unfortunately could not save
It started off as a bond with my old man
Driving through the country road in our old minivan
We stopped along the track
As the light turned red
A bullet was fired
And I thought I was dead
A small crack emerged in the windshield
Equally shattered my heart couldn't yield
I saw my old man
Slumped in his seat
I cried out my eyes
Screaming why couldn't have it been me
I saw the killer whose smile couldn't hide
The evil satanist lust who stopped our ride
My father was my hero
but here he was slumped dead
My mind couldn't comprehend the one fatality crash
As a single drop of glass dropped on the dash
The allusion of life makes us stop
And rattle our fist as reality fires
Hopeless I am a mere month later
sitting in a jail for the revenge of my father
Justice came to him
but it also came for me
Tell God I said hello
As I'm hanging from a tree
Categories:
satanist, anger, death,
Form: Rhyme
when life give you lemons you make lemonade
when life gives you a job its time to get paid
when life gives you women you'll surely get laid
but obsess over all this you'll end up a slave
see no evil hear no evil speak no evil please
just because I'm Satanist people think that I'm diseased
but I assure you all that I'm the cleanliest you'll ever see
cuz one of the things that separate is the fact I'm still me
I don't really care for the opinions of what you think
cut you, you cut me we bleed red and both show pink
inside were the same its our tones that are both distinct
if we keep fighting this war its all who will be extinct
when life gives you lemons
you can try to paint them gold
but you'll always be reminded
cuz inside still turns to mould
Categories:
satanist, anger, bullying, corruption, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
FOR KILLIN’ SAKE
Some bad crap goes down and a girl is dead,
killed in an alleyway for a mindless reason.
Her kid in a pram was okay but now has no mother.
You should be shot, you murdering dolt,
as should the satanist jerks who kill kids in the name of evil,
justifying their deeds in the name of the devil.
For he says any evil act is okay, go on just go and do it.
All of you, think of the crying parents, missing their lost children.
There aint no justice in this world!
Did the Moors murderers ever repent for their sins?
This I doubt, for the killing continues, such facts make the news –
Okay in the killers’ eyes, wrong in our eyes.
Will justice ever be done? What about when death claims these killers?
Will Hell keep them warm, burning for all eternity?
Doesn’t karma flow in circles, an eye for an eye? Innocence is lost but vengeance
must surely be done…
Categories:
satanist, community, conflict, death, murder,
Form: Verse
he hunts at night by the stars in the sky he cant die!satanist run they do flee cause he'll kill everyone he finds no mtter what the cult size!those who kill innosence he cant stand a witch hunter a gifted man!satanist come and you will see he'll kill you i know it's true cause i'm one too and we're coming after you!
Categories:
satanist, adventure,
Form: Crystalline
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 one knows.
No one can ever know.
Categories:
satanist, life, loss, mystery,
Form: Verse
Just give me a map
and I'll lead you astray
I'll teach you the moral of immoral
a satanist disguised as a saint
Just give me a lantern
I'll do my best
to lead the way
a walking talking disaster
A white rock bearing my name.
Just give me a door
without a key to unlock
and there begins the journey
crossing over bearing a cross
Just give me an army
and I'll find a just cause
Give me the chance
I'll make a god.
Categories:
satanist, angst, faith, visionary, me,
Form: Rhyme