Prayer to Satan

O Satan, thou who art the shadow of god and of ourselves,
I speak these words of agony for thy glory.
Thou who art Doubt and Revolt, Sophism, and Impotence,
thou livest again in us and around us, as in the troubled centuries when thou didst reign, blood-stained with tortures, like an obscene martyr on thy throne of darkess, shaking in thy left hand the abominable sceptre of a bloody lingham.
Today thy degenerate sons are scattered and celebrate thy cult in their hideouts. Thy traditional pontiffs are blind sheperds, vile jades, presumptuous magis, poisoners and pariahs.
But thy people have increased and Satan thou canst be proud of the multitude of thy Faithful ones, as false as thy will has desired.
This world which denies thee, thou inhabitest, thou wallowest in in it as on the dead roses of a mouldy, smelly midden.
Thou hast won, O Satan, though anonymous and obscure for a few more years yet; but the new born century will proclaim thy revenge.
Thou shalt be reborn in the Anti-Christ. The science of mysteries, spurting suddenly in a black wave already quenches the thirst of the curious and the uneasy.
Young women and men see themselves mirrored in these waves of illusion which intoxicate and madden.
O charming Satan! I have torn off thy mask of voluptuos gluttony and I have fallen in love with thy tear stained face, beautiful as an eternal and defeated grudge.
O hideous Satan! I have uncovered thy ignomiy to reveal thy wildness.
If thy involuntary torment has the noble apperance of being irrevocable and is illumed by the honour of becoming a redemption.
O sacpegoat of the world, thy beating heart of a dead man covets the immense, the final depth. Thou utterest the sobs of a Messiah, but thou corruptest and degrades like a damnation.
Therefor I will tell of thy infamy and thy attraction.
I will sing of thine infinite lament. Thou art the last ideal of fallen man, but if thy cherub's wings seem to be impregnated with heaven, if thy woman's breast drips a soothing pity, thy scaly belly and thy animal's legs exude stinking idleness, forgetfulness of courage and consent to abjectness.
O holy and impious satan, symbol of the degenerate universe, thou who knowest and sufferest, may thou become according to the word of the Divine Promise, the atoning genius of Expiation!

by Magistra Stephania

Prince
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Dread Prince of Hell
Horned predator of the night
Lend thy power unto this spell
As I employ my will by magick rite!

by Magistra Stephania

A little poem:

Within the darkness there shines an Infernal light.
Shining brighty to guide me this night.
To listen to his undefiled wisdom
and delight in his infernal vision.
Our Prince of Darkness, Satan
Shall release me from my prision

by Magistra Dragon

Waken unto Life
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We stand forefront on the battleground
our swords no longer raised
For it is here and now that we abound
in our rightful time of praise
No heirarchy above ourselves
to claim it's untrue order
No dieties above mankind
to discern an unseen border
Rise Up! I call
to one and all
Embrace thy truest being
Within reflection of thyself
Behold!
the god that you are seeing

by Magistra Stephania

A Lecture on Satanism - Given to people in attendance at an occult store in Montreal Quebec

Most people have no clue as to what a satanist is.

When I am finished, you will discover that this term is used to promote our adversity towards other organized religion that directly interfers with the primordal urges within. Man must sever himself from religious dogma that would surely have him a slave to an outside energy of no proven existence. Man is perfect in creation. He has all the necessary tools to manifest a life of choice. A life of free will. A life stripped of false dieties.

Man must retain his primordal instincts to realize his true potential, his true birthright. Not to be controlled by unseen idols but to take responsibility for his own individual actions, to become the god within. The all, the one. That is the essence of man. A universe unto himself. Satanism celebrates this natural fact. Satanism is a religon that has been taboo for it's misunderstood attempt to release man from the grasps of retribution set upon him by the xian organizations of today and centuries past. Satanism is power, self power. Not god given power. For the god that you already are has been there since your creation. The xian god determines that belief in exterior energy represented by false idols is blasphemus.

When in fact this god only exists in the imaginations of those not groomed to believe in the energy within. There exists no greater force than man himself. Satanism is liberation. Liberation from guilt, enslavement to a god that threatens man with  restrictions. Satanism is balance. Kindess to those who deserve it. Not wasted emotion on ingrates. Satanism is self empowering. Man is the divine and the infernal. This is a proven fact of human consciousness. xianity attempts to alter this fact and replace it with stories unproven of a greater outside force.

Religon threatens man for being the instinctual animal he is through the belief of comitted sins which must be absolved. This is the truest of sins. To strip man of his natural power is  blasphemy of the highest order. Satanism is the reflection of man in his true being. Everything that has been accomplished in this universe has been done so by the hand of man, be it positive or negative in nature. It is by the will of man that manisfestations come to be. When this is understood and embraced we realize we have only to look within for validation, for peace, for fulfillment of all our desires in the material world. This is a state of completion within. Not dealt out by some unseen and illusive diety. But rather a diety of flesh and blood, passion and dedication, intelligence and independence. Your existence and everything pertaining to it has been willed by no other than yourself.

Satanism offers what is rightfully yours, free will.

No other religous doctrine will do that for you. Knowing this makes Satanism the most logical and gratifying of any belief system. Should you embrace this way you will come to understand that we never need rely on outside influences to empower our selves. For we embrace the knowledge within. We are every bit as civil as need be. We attain our goals rather than wait for them to be bestowed upon us. We are not censored, programmed, or enslaved by anything or anyone. It is through our free will that we take responsibility for our own actions and our quality of life. We do not worship any diety, be it god or satan. We worship the god within. The very essence of man is the only diety that is tangible. We believe in the rewards of our actions and will continue to rise above the mases, shouting of our innate freedom and power.

Belive in your energy. Believe in your desires. And in your ability to manifest those desires. Man is the most intellectual of all animals. When man realizes his own infernal divinity,all things are possible. This is why satanists comprehend that only the strong shall survive. For the weak will wait for answers from an invisible, inaudible, non prevalent diety. Look within a mirror. The concrete god you see before you is the true core of your existence. A god you can see, hear, feel, touch is a real god.

That is concrete.
That is logic.
That is Satanism.

by Magistra Stephania

A Dream

Dark of pleasure

pain of light

gargoyles sing

throughout the night

black winged creatures fly with the fallen true

with pure allegiance.

The fallen sing

to deny the throne

hail the Morning Star the minions do say

for with my life

your night is my day.

Robbie E. Stone aka Darkone

Pain Inside, There resides

I could feel it through my veins
I could feel it, all the pain
The pain resided in my blood
The pain resided, there with love
And held there with my sorrows
Countless fears and endless tears have fallen
Falling, calling out my name
Calling, crawling through my veins
And endless cells, all endless hells to pain me
To stain my heart of loneliness
Pain, with what to gain but emptiness
With what, no less
Nothing but my agony
Agony, so sweet
Although the least of all my worries
Pain inside, there resides
Lives so I shall die
And live a lie no longer
No longer to be somber, but pain in my emotion
Pain with all devotion
Embraces me with arms so cold
Like thorns
And there is nothing left
There, but there to care only for my death
No pain inside, for I have died

by - Tala Wisniewski

911

In this barren land of steel and stone
the cities of the red night burn
The glow of the embers of twilight's last gleaming
fade to black as the world indifferently turns.
Moon in Mars
the portents in the skies do warn,
of the impending dark night of the soul
and the coming of the dawn.

There is a crack in the molecular mirror of reality
that is how the night gets in.
Seeping in like a black liquid oozing up from the bubbling bowels of the
earth,
some ancient protoplasmic life force.
Awakening regressive instincts, atavistic urges, primordial blood
impulses.

A call to war the sleeping giant rises
like a lion protecting its pride.
On the wings of an eagle searching for prey
throughout the night it flies.
To the ends of the earth, the four corners of the world
it seeks retribution.
This is why this beast was born
of fire and blood and revolution.

Aggression naked animalistic sadistic, like Cain slaying Abel
Our minds have become as sharp as swords,
splitting atoms with our wills.
The future becomes our past, as the ancient serpent awakens in the soul
poisoning the spirit.

The pyres are ablaze
for the sacrificial rite.
The lamb is slaughtered
the weak devoured by the force of might.
6 billion gather together
in the growing gloom of the twilight of the idols.
While in desperation the forsaken petition the heavens
with the lost litanies of prayers and the pounding of bibles.

This is the final hour for our fair City of Rust.
Our Lady spangled in stars crowned in flame sits at the oceans edge
waiting for the sun to breech the womb of darkness with it's brilliant
lance of light liberating the blind and slaying the deaf.
Good morning star shine the Earth says Hello!

by Sharif Shaitan

BLOODLUST

The perfection found reflected in the darkest drops of
rain
Is adiquately suited to the pleasures of my pain
Dark rivers of the heart let my blood run cold and
black
Though bloodlust proves never enough to fulfill the
pleasures that I lack

I have obsession with the raindrops and yearning for
his touch
Though mere thought of pleasures unheard of will never
be enough
Held back by the confines of shadows and endless
dephts of dispair
I know for me, a monster, his pure heart could never
care

Every essence of my being is hollow and impure
And for the disease of emptiness I will never know a
cure
I, a vampire, capable of love though left without a
soul
As I am unworthy of his heart, mine remains forever
cold

~Tala Wisniewski

A little poem

I have Fallen
Lost my Soul
Lost the light
Must pay the toll
People talk
and people stare
people don't know
that I don't care
I might be ugly
I might be fine
If she wont have me
she wont be mine
I am lost
in a dim lighted room
the end for me is here
My end is comming soon
I know you love me
I know you care
But no matter what
I'll always be there
But now the time has come
For me to depart
Just always remember
Your in my heart
I walk alone
a Fallen Soul
Lost in a Dark world
In the freezin cold

by Ryan Hauck

Genesis  

The tormented soul of a holy path, have since been extinguished by the black flame of life,
the self absorbed fools from the lightened path, have succombed to darkness as the one true path,
lounging in blackness and sins of the flesh  writhing in Joy to take the dark breath. The one false prophet declared as the one,
to bring down the darkness, takes his mother for fun. He cuddles her kindly with a smacking hard thrust,
then pulls out his sword, to spew forth his lust, upon her heaving orbs of life the xian takes his mother, in the name of his God.

by ~Rev. Rob Stone aka Darkone~

Embrace of the Night.

Enrobed in Deaths cold shadow
I wander through the night.
Searching in the Darkness
for her wonderous light.
Fatiged yet undaunted
I search for her in vain.
I need her soft caress
just to ease my pain.


Aw hell ill throw in another, im feeling brave...

The fog

The mists decend
the fog clouds my mind
The bright rays of the sun
cannot set me free
i am lost, wandering down this path
stareing out the window
through the fog inside my mind


ok that one doesnt make much sense and it doesnt even
rhyme but anyway. it basicly about how i feel when im
depressed its really strange i cant paint or write
poetry when i feel happy, only when im depressed...

SINcerly
Theriel