Satanic blessings, brethren, who
accompany me along this path,
less traveled; illumined
by His tenebrous light.
From chaos born,
our Prince of Air;
beware, His might, and so align
our Will with His,
embraced, at last, upon this night,
His world now our dominion.
Maligned, mine enemies, quite contrite,
shall reap what they’ve sown; damned sheep–
Sweet slaughter awaits them so,
in a great heap thrown.
To my delight, the shepherd, at last,
has lost all. Listen!
They bleat no more.
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