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Re: Poetry
« Reply #75 on: March 04, 2016, 06:29:13 PM »
I like your poem, Lucidfer! However disliking certain people who claim they are feminists doesn't mean you are anti-feminist. You are only anti-feminist if you believe women don't deserve equal rights with men. If you don't believe women deserve equal rights with men, I question whether you are a Satanist, since the principles of freedom and tolerance imply equal rights under the law.

It wasn't necessarily anti-feminist as much as it was anti-SJW, though there is a lot of overlap with the radical feminists. Anyway I want to respond but I'd rather not shit up this thread with something unrelated--especially something that's likely to be controversial--so PM incoming.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #76 on: March 04, 2016, 06:43:41 PM »
I was talking about your signature.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #77 on: March 07, 2016, 05:30:46 PM »
One of my old poems of 117 of them from my era when I was more broken:

IN DISGRACE

Hand held upon a bloody eye,
The fact one canít deny,
Itís dripping down from the face,
She holds her hand,
Over her left eye,
In disgrace.

For the woman with red locks,
Tossed out the old socks,
Of an old lover, an affair,
Though one sided.
Her good eye stared ...

into the night.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #78 on: November 07, 2016, 12:48:27 PM »
I know this has been a dead area for months, I figured this was a good place to put a ritual poem I wrote.

I was born into hell,and the usher was lying from the Manger.
Told me I was empty, a hallowed shell,  a whithered root which must beg,
who must cajole, for I was told that only He could have made me whole.
I halfway drank I halfway submitted. I thought submission would give me peace,
I thought submission would make me whole, though a predator does not cease to devour
though my body may go limp with poison. God would mock me, and fill me with his mark, and pain is  assurance of the comfort and safety of my captivity. Hell is where Baphomet and i will purge weakness, for only when pain threatens safety can i choose to rise.  only tooth and claw may cut through the lies. only with our horns may we buck this tide and through our strength we will smite Jehovah with our immortal will with the coming of the new sun, our star will defy the dawn! Baphomet is my mark, for I am the beast with the number 7 inscribed in the dark! 666 is our haunt! In the glaze of day we prey on prayer the darkness rules the day!


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Re: Poetry
« Reply #79 on: November 09, 2016, 04:27:23 AM »
I know this has been a dead area for months, I figured this was a good place to put a ritual poem I wrote.

I was born into hell,and the usher was lying from the Manger.
Told me I was empty, a hallowed shell,  a whithered root which must beg,
who must cajole, for I was told that only He could have made me whole.
I halfway drank I halfway submitted. I thought submission would give me peace,
I thought submission would make me whole, though a predator does not cease to devour
though my body may go limp with poison. God would mock me, and fill me with his mark, and pain is  assurance of the comfort and safety of my captivity. Hell is where Baphomet and i will purge weakness, for only when pain threatens safety can i choose to rise.  only tooth and claw may cut through the lies. only with our horns may we buck this tide and through our strength we will smite Jehovah with our immortal will with the coming of the new sun, our star will defy the dawn! Baphomet is my mark, for I am the beast with the number 7 inscribed in the dark! 666 is our haunt! In the glaze of day we prey on prayer the darkness rules the day!

Bravo, bravo very well done. Sounds like a song. ;-)
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #80 on: November 09, 2016, 09:14:52 PM »
Every hell a new beginning.
A warrior never loses his pride.
The nightmare and the ghost.
Upon the Devil's stride.
I'll die for it all.
Oh Jesus on the cross.
I'll live till I die.
The Devil won the toss.
Forever true, I believe.
I never knew.
You to be so naÔve.
The folly in the immortals sin.
I'll die forever, and forever win!
The holy do not love,
but a soul they say.
Is in Heaven up above.
I doubt the time of day.
But in the future, if I've got time to say.
"I'll love you just forever"
and then I'll fall away.

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #81 on: November 21, 2016, 12:23:41 AM »
Stir up the wind. Mighty one of fate.
One hallowed penny, through the well inside.
The gate.
Fortell the future.
I wish all paths were straight.
Teach us Satan, before it is too late.
Forever can be.
A shadow below my feet.
To reap inside the wind.
I fall below the street.
A cold hour falls.
And forever such a treat.
Teach us Satan.
When such a fate that I will meet.
Stars in the sky.
Keep falling with this dream.
I've told a million lies.
Or should I say I've screamed.
Will I ever see the tide.
As Heaven's light so gleams.
Teach us Satan.
Inside this never ending dream.
For far into the future.
A birth of virgin sweet.
A never ending tale.
Of mockery's deceit.
A dead and fallen angel.
Fallen at my feet.
Come Lord Satan.
And blood and flesh shall meet.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #82 on: November 25, 2016, 10:15:55 PM »
I know I reference Angels and choirs in this but the poem more focuses on  finally gaining release from extremely depraved situations. Hope you enjoy

'BLOSSOM'

I canít wait to travel,
I canít wait to sing,
I canít wait to be the woman Iíll grow up to be,
Iíll be a good girl,
And obey the law,
Spreading my voice from shore to shore.

I hope I will travel,
I hope for encores,
I hope I can outrun what comes to my door,
Iím trying to be good,
I have faith in the law,
But hope is draining from my innocent core.

I will never be free,
I will never perform,
The woman I dreamed Iíd be I now mourn,
Death will be good,
Itís natures truest law,
For what cannot blossom dies on the forest floor.

I will travel now,
To a choir of Angels,
To sing with them until the end of all ages,
My dream will come true,
My voice will be heard,
An Angel in heaven singing down to the Earth.
                              
I knew this girl once,
Born to be a star,
She had the voice of an Angel and was bound to go far,
With aspirations to travel,
 To perform to the world,
It was truly an honour to hear every sung word.

She found herself an agent,
Someone to get her off the ground,
Someone to promote hear voice into farther towns,
Though she did not travel,
Stuck in a life she wasnít expecting,
The men from other towns did not come to hear her sing.
 
The girl became a woman,
The woman had turned sick,
Her stage now lay somewhere deep within the Abyss,
She sang with a razor,
Through flesh and through vein,
Not one more man would partake in her performance again.

I picture her sometimes,
With the choir in the clouds,
Shining in the light her voice loud and proud,
Her dream had come true,
She was finally on stage,
But I still wonder how that bitch got a razor into her cage.

PEACE IS A LIE

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Re: Poetry
« Reply #83 on: November 26, 2016, 11:12:15 AM »
samowens84: very powerful stuff.  Not to slight anyone else's writings, as I only just started reading this thread, but the imagery in that one resonates strongly for me.
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Re: Poetry
« Reply #84 on: December 16, 2016, 07:51:49 PM »
Dream. What is not possible has no governance here, leave the prison of the physical behind and sail the waters of reverie.

Stand. Dive forward off the vessel of freedom, dive deep into the black waters of your being and feel its warm embrace. Sink, swim or float, it matters not, you are you.

Look. Your vision filtered through yourself is a sight to behold, only you will truly ever see it. Look not away, fix your view on your own eyes and behold the dominance of truth.

Touch. Extend your arms, clasp to the joy existence, even in unreality, for you are free from the rules of the physical, free and absolute.

Awaken. Breathe in deep and experience for the first time a delightful new atmosphere. Let your lungs rejoice in euphoria, that this is the new era and as long as your chest shall rise you shall never fall.

Stand. Place your feet upon the path, launch with your left leg only to be pursued by the right, always by the right. Walk strong and walk free.

Look. Gaze not behind at those that struggle to stick to the path, for they know not of its beauty. Stare into the abyss and accept your deeper self.

Touch. Reach further than you can see and grab hold tight, pull with all your might and make your inner self match your external.

You are Satan

Hail Satan
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