This poem is satire
from a Satanist's point of view
It's okay to hurt, slash, kill.
Guilt doesn't matter at all,
Should not fill the prevention bill,
Should not the destruction forestall.
Guilt is there only to annoy,
Should not warn, should not affect.
In the bully, thief, bad boy
Guilt's a nuisance to just reject.
To hurt, slash, kill I feel,
When done for Satan makes me a man.
Hurt, slash, kill; to Satan I kneel,
Good to me, flames fiercely fan.
When you're used by Satan to kill
Guilt distracts from all the fun,
Reduces your power, diminishes the thrill,
God given guilt be damned, be gone!
Ellis
Author notes
satirical poem from a satanist's point of view
Written January 7th, 2006
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