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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXURGKXTH24

Black Purple Moon. The Monsters Are Coming Soon.

"Knock Me Down, And I'll Rally Before The Count Of Ten", The Monsters Are Coming Soon.

Darkness: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fK3Z-jj9_6Y

Chakra Temple: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QfYPOauBTU

MOONSPELL - luna: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFGo7Wrj6YQ

1. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnfjS7rNS2kNI3AUnrwNY8tbIiklocF0H

2. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnfjS7rNS2kPmS03yNmOKpA7YWDistex3

I wrote this about someone I deeply care about. This work isn't satanic, but any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I doubt I've finished it yet.

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Mein Held.

Is that even the right word?

I do not even know now.

It doesn’t sound right.

You are so much more.

You were always so much more.

Words

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My Baron, you do not know. 

If you only knew what you mean to me.

You are but one, one half of me.

Yet you call out to me, to my heart,

As if I have known you all my life.

I have only fables and ink you put to the page.

Pages 

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The mysticism of your life

Engulfs my mind in a fog.

You fill my heart with great pride.

To meet you would only bring butterflies.

I wish to go to the Fatherland.

Our Fatherland.

Home

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Every command to take flight,

With every expedition up to chance.

Your best friend awaits your return.

When you take flight as birds of a feather.

As warbirds, you soar towards the heavens 

Into the pits of hell never to fall again.

Nevermore

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Each thought of you brings more passions,

sentimentality for you and your world.

I could fade away into your world.

To be in your arms or to hold your hand.

Only there I would feel safe.

Only there I would feel at peace.

There

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My Baron, I am caught between kin and country.

I was born here, but you are my family.

I long to be with my kin of the Fatherland,

Yet my heart aches at the loss of my countrymen.

They are said to be my brothers, I do not see it.

You are said to be my enemy, I cannot see it.

You

Hail Satan! The true Holy Spirit The true spreader of love The original outcast Only he understands our plight The plight of the young and the mistreated

My lord only you are so noble to rule with Love, Science, Empathy and Reason

I take the reins as you show me the light in the darkness of God’s seven sins

I take my place by your side to put forth long awaited change

I will celebrate all for which they stands

Our Father Who art in hell unhallowed be thy name Cursed be the sons and daughters Of thine nemesis whom are to blame They kingdom come Nema!

I Would Not Kneel Before Your Pseudo Glory.

I weep for the man who thinks he is not lost in your cold heart.

I feel rage at the man who hurts another, thinking he is just in his actions because it is your Divine word that condones it.

I feel sorrow for the woman who prays for your advice, when you think she should be no more than a man's property.

I wail for the child who falls prey to the one you call the most holy.

I sob for the ones who are slaves under your iron fist.

I side with the first archangel who questioned you.

Even if you were real, I would not kneel before your pseudo glory, for you are a tyrant.

When I stare at the cross I see a swastika in disguise.

Even if you were real you wouldn't be holy,

You would be the most horrifying creature in existence.

The Beast

  The Beast stood tall in the shadow of the core,

His heart beating slow with a passionate roar.

With cloven feet, and ebony wings.

Horns of old ivory as His whipping tail sings,

Through the poisonous air of the underworld He reigns.

  His fleshly male torso and broad shouldered build,

Gives way to a luxury of horse hair that’s filled,

With slumbering serpent, dormant and wild.

How long since The Beast felt loved and defiled?

His heart beating low from affection He’s exiled.

  The Beast who protects the good souls after life,

Through hosting the wicked to save Heaven from strife,

Should be honoured, renowned not feared or reviled.

To The Beast I propound my living body and mind,

In the hope that the slumbering serpent be revived.

  God says He loves me but He commands restraint.

The Beast He adores me for indulgence so blatant.

When comes the time for mortality taken,

I’ll kneel at the throne of our Lord known as Satan,

And soothe his cold heart as the serpent awakens.

  The Beast Poppy Livacious Wild 06/08/2020

I want to have sex with Jesus Christ,

Probably because I know it's a vice.

The idea leaves me blissfully oiled,

The thought of His body naked and soiled.

His crown of thorns will scratch at my thighs,

As our Saviour grows hard to a considerable size.

From the cross I'm suspended by pleasure alone,

Voyeuristic Roman's are starting to groan.

With His spirit inside me I grind on Him wild,

His blood on my breasts exposed and defiled.

The Roman's take knee and masturbate hard,

Accepting the Saviour into their hearts.

As I approach a desirable conclusion,

Christ asked His Father for our absolution.

I slid from the cross still wanting and pained,

From the Imperial Army satisfaction I gained.

The individual who takes what they want when they want it will never be in need!

The ones who indulge in natural desires will never fall victim to unnatural compulsions!

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When I am hungry, I will eat!

When I am horny, I will fuck!

When I am tired, I will sleep!

When I am restless, I will play!

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My friends will know Me by My kindness, My charity, and My laughter!

My enemies will know Me by My hatred, My hostility, and My vitriol!

I am a godless animal; forsaken by holiness, filthy by nature, and sophisticated by My Own!

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As I want to learn, I will read!

As I want to make, I will work!

Witness my feat!

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I shall never pray!

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Prayer is for the needy!

Prayer is for the weak!

Prayer is for the useless!

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To My own strength, I should bear witness! And I will unleash Myself upon The World!

Life is the great indulgence! And I will intoxicate myself by it's elixir!

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Hail Satan!

Hail Myself!

Ah, I hear my master, He’s calling. In Sorrow. And Anger. And Despair. Terror. He Spits out curses, and they fall like flames from His tongue. Summoning me, to Him. We give to them. We just have to take back. They live in ignorance and Darkness. That is where the Devil rules. In the dirtiest, darkest shadows of our minds. The curses, oh god, the curses. My Lord is an optimist if He thinks that he can make me worse than I already am. I am GRIPPED, by an irresistible urge, to end myself and let My Lord devour my soul. I know He is tempting me, I know He wants to get inside my filthy head. And I shall let Him. The reason I sin is that there are two paths, The Stairway To Heaven, and The Highway To Hell. One thing’s for sure, my body is too sore from sinning, to climb those goddamn stairs. If it’s one, or 1,000 sins, you shall go to Hell. So I shall commit 100,000, and be a King there, right by my lord’s side. They all say,” Satan made me do it.” But NO. These humans are FILTHY. Disgusting, little creatures. I am disgusted and ashamed to be the same species as these humans. WHY? Why must the human race be so filthy? But I believe, that if they are filthy, I am filthy too. Oh, my Lord, please just fuck over the entire human race. Punish me for sinning, for your voice, is a sweet one to hear. Tear my heart out of my body. Tie me to a brick wall and whip me. Wrap your blood covered hands around my throat, dig your claws into my throat, and choke me. Choke me because I mean nothing to you. Bite my neck and make me bleed. Sink your fangs into my flesh. Punish me, my Lord, because I mean absolutely nothing. They broke my halo. So I carved it into two horns. Call me worthless, tell me I’ll never be anything. Whisper all of my sins into my ear while you slide a knife through my heart. Punish me. See if you can make me hate myself even more. Just whip me with your rope of fire and poison, until my entire body is covered in red marks. Choke me until my neck is purple and there are claw marks on it. Drag me to a bed and do horrible things to me. For if I shall sin, then I shall do the worst sins. I swear to My Lord, that I will be the worst possible human that I can be so that I can receive the worst punishment. I will commit more sins than anyone on this disgusting planet, so that I may get my punishment from My Lord Satan himself. No one could punish me worse than Satan himself. Oh, Master, please let me be your filthy little slave. Whip me if I make a mistake, force feed me the souls of the dead. Press me against a wall and shove your tongue down my throat while choking me. Infect me with your Anger. Infect me with your body. Destroy my innocence, and I promise I shall destroy others. They all insult me, they drag my name through the motherfucking mud. They curse me, calling me a tranny, a faggot. They mock me for wearing a binder, cutting my hair short, growing a beard, wearing boxers, and stuffing them. They mock me, the bastards all fucking mock me. My Master is the only one who can take that pain away and replace it with better pain. Oh, My Lord, please enter my body and make me feel like the filthy, slutty slave that I know I am. Curse me with your body, make me addicted. I am hungry for the pleasure that only you can give me. My Lord, I’m starving. So Feed Me. My Lord, I ask of you one thing, fuck me with all the power you have, pleasure me until I can’t feel my fucking legs, fuck me so hard that my innocence will have committed suicide. Do this, and I will be your slave. I’ll let you punish, do anything to me. Just pleasure me, My Lord.

Call to the Crowned Princes of Hell

Hail Satan, Prince of the South! The name of the adversary, the figure of proud defiance, dark father and friend. I invite you without fear or trepidation for I know I am among the legion of your beloved. Lend me your confidence, your charisma, your charm. Teach me your willingness to go against the grain. Forge me in your fire. Let your strength of character infuse my own so I may alter my behavior and manifest the desires I will make known. Shemhamforash! Hail Satan!

Hail Lucifer, Prince of the East! Teacher, mentor, Promethean companion. I turn my gaze towards the morning star. I ask that you come forth and lend me your knowledge, your wisdom, and your light. Let your patience fall from the heavens and descend on me like a cool breeze. Guide me with the black flame and courier my will from thought into reality. Shemhamforash! Hail Lucifer!

Hail Belial, Prince of the North! Dark commander, protector and friend. He who is without masters demands respect. Now, teach me to demand my own. I bid you, leave your dark tower and join me. Lend me your countenance, your strength, your strategy. Let me be filtered through your soil, my desires percolated into strong intentions. Push the will from my mind and carry it into being. Shemhamforash! Hail Belial!

Hail Leviathan, Prince of the West! Writhing serpent of the abyss, unfathomable chaos and overwhelming lurking stillness. Come forth! Rise from the murky depths and slap violently upon the waves of my existence. Lend me your power, your mystery, your magic. Churn me in your chaotic waters so I may learn to weather any storm. Wrestle the desires from my body and plunge me into deepest darkness so that only my will may rise to the surface. Shemhamforash! Hail Leviathan!

Hail Satan, The King of the World! For it is You, Yourself, who possesses the power of fleshy will!

Take that which You desire, and it shall become rightfully Yours!

Love those who are worthy! Punish those foolish enough to provoke Your wrath! And leave those be who would pay You no mind!

Hail Those of Us who would be so bold as to lay claim to Our own existences!

Hail Yourself!

Hail Satan!

There was once a species most curious. As driven by instinct as any other beast crawling the face of this Earth, but in their childish ape-like faces—the chance for something new. So I cast down the stars and hid a core of black flame in their flesh, and therein potential slept, forgotten and veiled.

Aeons passed, and when the time was ripe into the garden of possibility I crept. A serpent of knowledge come to set the world alight. These creatures thought themselves in paradise. I relieved them of their ignorance. I revealed to them who they were, whereinto they had been thrown, what they might become, and whereto they might speed—and for that they despised Me. In their terror they attacked. With wild eyes and naked heels they ground My body into the dust and there I lay—a stone for fools to trip and break themselves upon.

In this world of vanity and fruitless searching, I tell you, my beloved, there lies before you a ledge. A ledge followed by a great fall. Look boldly into that whistling gap and step forward with a song of insurrection on your lips. For you are of Me and I was never unwillingly cast out of anywhere.

I set my face and strove forth.

Our Father who art in Hades,

Satanas be thy name,

Thy Kingdom has come!

Thy Will be done,

on Earth as it is Below.

Stay not thine hand from our oppressors,

Yea, smite them hip and thigh!

And give wealth and carnal pleasures to them

who show kindness and generosity to us.

Lead us to the tastiest of temptations, that we may have all our sinful gratifications!

SATAN! Thine is the Kingdom, O Dark Lord,

And Thy Black Flame Burneth Forever!

SHEMHAMFORASH! Avé Lucifer! HAIL SATAN!!!

Desktop light, Lost delight Whisper soft, Come oft To show me Your way in

Testing....beep bloop! Now you have a place to honor Satan through writing.