So, you say you are a Satanist?

   
Hey, I know what you are  
sitting there trying to act coy  
playing with the darkness    
and you think it's fucking cool  
well let me tell you something    
about what you're trying to do  
it's a fucking phase    
serving only your own pretentious ego  
serving under the shadow of a "Dark Lord"  
you look like a fool  
pretending to be mysterious    
with your five dollar piece of crap pentagram    
go ahead and make believe that you're worthy  
sipping cranberry juice under the guise of blood  
out of a plastic dollar store goblet  
pretending you have the balls    
to carry out unspeakable deeds    
bringing the Dark One's fury to Earth  
You wouldn't know Hell if it fucked you bloody    
And I'd bet you'd scream all the same    
as you end up gutted, for some idiotic display  
Will you think there is pleasure in pain  
when you're on your knees    
begging for the mercy of a figment of your imagination  
that would sooner skin and rape you  
than raise you up to sit beside him    
in the festering, burning bowels of the Deep?  
This pathetic belief is only a testimony    
to your narcissistic flattery of self  
gazing in a mirror in admiration    
as you paint your lips black like decay  
I bet this will be a fun play date  
you and all the rest of your moronic friends  
putting on Mommy's makeup so the world will know  
just how truly dark your soul claims to be    
Why don't you gather around your "blood" sacrifice  
how long did it take you to find that piece of roadkill anyways?  
Post-mortem doesn't bleed    
But you got your Koolaid ready, right?