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?