Satanic Path
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I don't expect you to understand the way I see jews. I don't expect you to fully understand my hatred, as it is so deep and limitless.
English is not my language, so forgive the mistakes and the terrible narration.
I only wrote poems so far, but I wanted my english brothers to see through my eyes.
The way I see justice: cruel, dark, fair, beautiful.
This is what I'd do tho pedos, rapers, communists, evil and worst people in general.
No redemption, no pity, just pain, terrible pain.
Am I evil? Totally.
>If being evil means murdering pedos, jews, persecutors, fake gurus, communists, rapers, shitty humans...and also having fun along the way, then I'm evil.<
I'm like this, when a xtian, mudslim, communist, jewish, brainless bloke is in pain, not only I add further pain to his miserable life, I also rejoice.
But at the same time I can be a good person to innocent people. I can be a lover, deeply emphathetic to my brothers and sisters, or those in need.
I also gifted my money many times to homeless people, totally moved by their condition.
My many-sided personality is the reason why my brainless doctors tell me I have a personality disorder, btw.
I wrote this thing just to relieve my anger.
Unfortunately I can't kill by magic yet... So I write. I write about my way of punishment towards these people.
It's a way to fight within myself all the xtians defending jews and child abuse, communism and even animal cruelty.
All sorts of bad, inhuman behaviours.
And I'm not ashamed to admit that, if I were already strong, like very strong... all the things I write about would not only live in my dreams.
Before I start, let me tell you: In this story the world has known a full JWO.
The character is an adult Satanist who was bought from a kike as a slave... and other awful things.
But Satan has never left his lovers.
Hope you like this bloody, cruel story, with a happy ending.
I refuse to call it a horror story, since magic doesn't relate horror in any way, as society and JewlliWood want fools to believe.
Magic has many forms, just like justice : nor black, nor white, I believe grey and other shades must exist. If your eyes can't see those colors, you will think what you don't see is scary.
Title:What is falling off?
Within the womb of a fierce day
I lay undressed on winter's frost, and priests want me to swallow, their lies murmuring I'm sick.
No tongue in my mouth, so I can't beg.
A chain around my throat, I won't run from the man who bought me.
They eat and rejoice, drink wine in blood's name, remind me of my killed man, hanged for his hand on my lips.
Death or life, I choose the taste of the blood flowing in my sleep.
As a true lover, I love beyond, I love eternally.
For I know love, I know also the dreams it brings, and the gentle hope they're pregnant with.
And I crave for that dream day, when men rise up and spill over the throne of lies,
heads falling off and children laughing, chasing dreams in Pazuzu's garden ...
And dirty mouths crying out, the fire blowing from my skin, eating the impure flesh,
burning down a last church.
But I lay here, in the cold I found instead of the night I've always loved.
On the bed of my assassin, the place where children had been before me, weeping.
And the beast moans, the beast devours and steals my last blossom.
Outside, I see, and what I see is a new blaze's light brightening the midnight , new daughters burning at the feet of a false temple.
In the depth of my ocean, Satan's fury will never bleed in fear, for a God murdered fear when he first kissed eternity.
Satan's rage talks to me, as the beast breathes, rapes everything of me.
You shall rejoice.
And when I open my eyes, they're as black as my hunger, no bottom, no end comes after it, the black has no boundary.
Rejoice.
Out there, I hear the purge begin.
I am the Purge, my brothers are.
In the hidden dimension, they're laughing.
The concrete cross rises up above, from the high it hunts down the last peacocks.
But sky rains blood, the blood of the deads, and the cross is now going up in blue flames, flipped over above the land of fools, and they all already despair and pray, in vain.
<< Dress up, I want you to read me the holy pages. You can pray with me, beast.>>
His voice awakens me, and suddenly it's his blood I dream to spill on my skin, his head to bring to his son's eyes.
He's standing, awaiting me to obey, he can't see or feel, in his deafness, the air vibrating, the energy poisoning the place.
I hear the empty space where once I had my tongue being filled in again, Pazuzu touches my hand, he's beside me, invisible to the beast's eyes.
I speak, as I no longer fear the true beast.
<<Holy pages are not so holy, for men die and despair in the name of vile truth. I won't pray a pig, I won't kiss a beast's feet...>>
I burst into silent laughs.
<<...I think something is falling off. >>
I break the chain with a fast movement of my left wrist, as if it were a weak, silk wire, but the kike doesn't notice me.
I hear the master taking his belt from a nearby chair.
<< Did the soldier forget to cut that tongue, animal? Let me remind you one thing.>>
I hear it coming to hit me, hit my back.
I see the way a beast will never see, my mind is open, I don't need my eyes to look in every where, nothing will ever hide to them.
I suddenly spring, as fast as a Demon, faster than a blink.
He doesn't see me.
I catch the belt at less than a few inches from my cheek.
I feel my face smile, the fire burning in my eyes, I feel beautiful again, blessed in my own power, the fury pulsating in my head.
He leaves the belt, but I quickly stand up and hit him in the face.
A red spot on his cheek, and suddenly scarlet wine flows from the wound, his look is incredulous as he hears me laughing and see the torn chain laying on the floor.
The jew backs away until his shoulders hit the wall.
The whole house shakes, at the mercy of my magick, several craks in the grey concrete.
My mind is everywhere, it fills up this gross room and hoovers beyond these walls, it tells me about the thoughts of every enemy and every brother now standing with his head up.
They healed, their mouth can speak again.
Rejoice.
The beast takes his star of david, points it at me and starts praying, summoning his useless angels.
<< They're all dead. Your sluts don't exist anymore, my little puppet. But you won't die. You'll be my slut for a long, long time, and I will ruin your dirty soul till nothing remains, piece by piece...>>
I get near and nearer to him, and I see tears and wrinkles on that revolting face.
I bend my neck, and the metallic star blows out, harming the now screaming beast.
His chest starts bleeding, a big hole on his cheek, I can see his yellow teeth among the blood.
Now I'm touching his forehead, his cheeks, my hand takes his tears on my tongue, and I taste all of them.
With the other hand, I tease the pulled out flesh, and his laments are fresh water to my dry throat.
<<I have big plans for beasts like you. My man is awaiting. Remember? The man you hanged in front of me. It was the first month of the Kikes' Order. December 11th.
Oh... You'll need to understand his rough, rude manners... after all you've been fucking me for two years.
He's very angry, now. Isn't it funny?
You kikes don't even believe in ghosts, but now you'll have the great pleasure to meet one. You'll be a good slave.
But wait for me. I still have to murder your wife and your son, and all your friends. Then I'll go there too. Oh, your son wants to gut his little balls. I'll catch him and you'll be watching. Like it? >>
<< Please, he's only fifteen. Don't hurt him...take my wife but not me, not me...and him. >>
My laugh is powerful, deep.
<< Oh, the beast wants to live. Can I remind you of Miky? He was six, yet you choked him, moaning like a pig on him.
Miky is here too. So are many. Pazuzu is sitting on your armchair. He just broke the neck of your old Rabbi, the one you buy children from.>>
<< But they were animals, like you, stupid beast! You are the beast!>>
I shut his mouth, so that he won't scream.
I whine like a baby.
<<Oh darling...you really changed my mind. I'm actually a monster. You must punish me with your belt. I love you, master. And I'll let you cut my tongue.
I promise I won't kill anyone. I swear. I surrender. >>
His child enters the room, and his fish eyes are now wide open.
He calls his dad name, scared.
I set the father free, looking at the new visitor with delight in my eyes.
I spring smiling, and before he even notices the young boy is in the air.
I break his back with my own hands, and the bones scream as they shatter like glass.
I throw the dead body on the bed, where my childrean are awaiting for his last moments.
The father cries out like a harmed animal, beating his head against the wall, summoning the help of the evil hands I have devoured.
I walk to him, but I see his wife coming up the stairs, screaming, calling upon her son as she saw the rebellion flaring up in the streets.
I take her with my will, she suddenly floats in mid air.
A moment later she starts crashing violently against the stairs, and the walls, she breaks a chandelier with his own head, like a ball of flesh.
I can hear every bone of her body cracking, the fast beat of her frightened heart is a thunder in my head.
Her screams ends after less than a minute, but they seem to never end.
The body falls on the flor, strangely contorted, and stays there, lifeless.
She is dead.
Her spirit weeps in terror as she vanishes knowing that neither dust will be left of her.
I look in his eyes, a snigger painted on my face, and he's livid.
<< You swore beast. You are sick! You took them, so let me live, or God will punish you and all the animals coming after you. >>
<< God has choked. Like your son. He's in the nowhere you are going to as well, after we get tired of you, our little, stinky puppet.
No heaven, no child to fuck, no woman to torture... Isn't that terrible for a wise, good man like you? Nothing awaits you. The fear, the terror creeping in your disgusting mind before the end, before you vanish like your slutty wife...that will be eternal pleasure to my never ending soul. In that istant, your pain is going to last forever.>>
I force him to look at my eyes, his look is insane, confused.
<< Now, you have to ask me just a thing...>>
He screams again, I beat his head against the wall, not too fast, just to remind it who he has in front of him.
<< " What is falling off, master?" Repeat it. Or your teeth will be carved out one by one, without even being touched. Repeat it.>>
<< Will you hurt me again? >>
<< Of course I will. Now say it. >>
<< Wh... what is falling off, master? >>
<<Oh, lovely. See? If you listen things can go quite better. Something, I'm sure, will fall off. That is the dirtiest part of your body.The head.>>
He struggles, he moans, but stops immediately when my mouth swallows his neck, and bites.
I rip everthing my teeth touch, bones and the neck, which I break like a thin branch.
The head falls off, a curt noise unleashed in the electric air when it hits the floor like an empty ball.
<< It fell off the way you told me, Miky. >>
I hear Miky laughing, the child is between Pazuzu's arms. The sound of chains being carried away. My dead lover touches my cheek.
<< When I'm done, we'll be one thing only.>> I tell him.
The war has just begun.
I wash myself from the blood under the rain, outside, clean myself as Astaroth once taught me, before I was bought, during one of my secret nights spent in my wood.
I had to risk everytime to be caught by patrols, for my small assigned home was full of hidden eyes.
Now I know nobody has to hide anymore.
I see their bodies everywhere on the streets, most of them already vanished.
My brothers are dancing in the main square, a peacock showing its sacred beauty where once women and men where burnt.
I join them, naked, after throwing my grey uniform in the mud.
Tomorrow won't be a last day.
The end.
I don't expect you to understand the way I see jews. I don't expect you to fully understand my hatred, as it is so deep and limitless.
English is not my language, so forgive the mistakes and the terrible narration.
I only wrote poems so far, but I wanted my english brothers to see through my eyes.
The way I see justice: cruel, dark, fair, beautiful.
This is what I'd do tho pedos, rapers, communists, evil and worst people in general.
No redemption, no pity, just pain, terrible pain.
Am I evil? Totally.
>If being evil means murdering pedos, jews, persecutors, fake gurus, communists, rapers, shitty humans...and also having fun along the way, then I'm evil.<
I'm like this, when a xtian, mudslim, communist, jewish, brainless bloke is in pain, not only I add further pain to his miserable life, I also rejoice.
But at the same time I can be a good person to innocent people. I can be a lover, deeply emphathetic to my brothers and sisters, or those in need.
I also gifted my money many times to homeless people, totally moved by their condition.
My many-sided personality is the reason why my brainless doctors tell me I have a personality disorder, btw.
I wrote this thing just to relieve my anger.
Unfortunately I can't kill by magic yet... So I write. I write about my way of punishment towards these people.
It's a way to fight within myself all the xtians defending jews and child abuse, communism and even animal cruelty.
All sorts of bad, inhuman behaviours.
And I'm not ashamed to admit that, if I were already strong, like very strong... all the things I write about would not only live in my dreams.
Before I start, let me tell you: In this story the world has known a full JWO.
The character is an adult Satanist who was bought from a kike as a slave... and other awful things.
But Satan has never left his lovers.
Hope you like this bloody, cruel story, with a happy ending.
I refuse to call it a horror story, since magic doesn't relate horror in any way, as society and JewlliWood want fools to believe.
Magic has many forms, just like justice : nor black, nor white, I believe grey and other shades must exist. If your eyes can't see those colors, you will think what you don't see is scary.
Title:What is falling off?
Within the womb of a fierce day
I lay undressed on winter's frost, and priests want me to swallow, their lies murmuring I'm sick.
No tongue in my mouth, so I can't beg.
A chain around my throat, I won't run from the man who bought me.
They eat and rejoice, drink wine in blood's name, remind me of my killed man, hanged for his hand on my lips.
Death or life, I choose the taste of the blood flowing in my sleep.
As a true lover, I love beyond, I love eternally.
For I know love, I know also the dreams it brings, and the gentle hope they're pregnant with.
And I crave for that dream day, when men rise up and spill over the throne of lies,
heads falling off and children laughing, chasing dreams in Pazuzu's garden ...
And dirty mouths crying out, the fire blowing from my skin, eating the impure flesh,
burning down a last church.
But I lay here, in the cold I found instead of the night I've always loved.
On the bed of my assassin, the place where children had been before me, weeping.
And the beast moans, the beast devours and steals my last blossom.
Outside, I see, and what I see is a new blaze's light brightening the midnight , new daughters burning at the feet of a false temple.
In the depth of my ocean, Satan's fury will never bleed in fear, for a God murdered fear when he first kissed eternity.
Satan's rage talks to me, as the beast breathes, rapes everything of me.
You shall rejoice.
And when I open my eyes, they're as black as my hunger, no bottom, no end comes after it, the black has no boundary.
Rejoice.
Out there, I hear the purge begin.
I am the Purge, my brothers are.
In the hidden dimension, they're laughing.
The concrete cross rises up above, from the high it hunts down the last peacocks.
But sky rains blood, the blood of the deads, and the cross is now going up in blue flames, flipped over above the land of fools, and they all already despair and pray, in vain.
<< Dress up, I want you to read me the holy pages. You can pray with me, beast.>>
His voice awakens me, and suddenly it's his blood I dream to spill on my skin, his head to bring to his son's eyes.
He's standing, awaiting me to obey, he can't see or feel, in his deafness, the air vibrating, the energy poisoning the place.
I hear the empty space where once I had my tongue being filled in again, Pazuzu touches my hand, he's beside me, invisible to the beast's eyes.
I speak, as I no longer fear the true beast.
<<Holy pages are not so holy, for men die and despair in the name of vile truth. I won't pray a pig, I won't kiss a beast's feet...>>
I burst into silent laughs.
<<...I think something is falling off. >>
I break the chain with a fast movement of my left wrist, as if it were a weak, silk wire, but the kike doesn't notice me.
I hear the master taking his belt from a nearby chair.
<< Did the soldier forget to cut that tongue, animal? Let me remind you one thing.>>
I hear it coming to hit me, hit my back.
I see the way a beast will never see, my mind is open, I don't need my eyes to look in every where, nothing will ever hide to them.
I suddenly spring, as fast as a Demon, faster than a blink.
He doesn't see me.
I catch the belt at less than a few inches from my cheek.
I feel my face smile, the fire burning in my eyes, I feel beautiful again, blessed in my own power, the fury pulsating in my head.
He leaves the belt, but I quickly stand up and hit him in the face.
A red spot on his cheek, and suddenly scarlet wine flows from the wound, his look is incredulous as he hears me laughing and see the torn chain laying on the floor.
The jew backs away until his shoulders hit the wall.
The whole house shakes, at the mercy of my magick, several craks in the grey concrete.
My mind is everywhere, it fills up this gross room and hoovers beyond these walls, it tells me about the thoughts of every enemy and every brother now standing with his head up.
They healed, their mouth can speak again.
Rejoice.
The beast takes his star of david, points it at me and starts praying, summoning his useless angels.
<< They're all dead. Your sluts don't exist anymore, my little puppet. But you won't die. You'll be my slut for a long, long time, and I will ruin your dirty soul till nothing remains, piece by piece...>>
I get near and nearer to him, and I see tears and wrinkles on that revolting face.
I bend my neck, and the metallic star blows out, harming the now screaming beast.
His chest starts bleeding, a big hole on his cheek, I can see his yellow teeth among the blood.
Now I'm touching his forehead, his cheeks, my hand takes his tears on my tongue, and I taste all of them.
With the other hand, I tease the pulled out flesh, and his laments are fresh water to my dry throat.
<<I have big plans for beasts like you. My man is awaiting. Remember? The man you hanged in front of me. It was the first month of the Kikes' Order. December 11th.
Oh... You'll need to understand his rough, rude manners... after all you've been fucking me for two years.
He's very angry, now. Isn't it funny?
You kikes don't even believe in ghosts, but now you'll have the great pleasure to meet one. You'll be a good slave.
But wait for me. I still have to murder your wife and your son, and all your friends. Then I'll go there too. Oh, your son wants to gut his little balls. I'll catch him and you'll be watching. Like it? >>
<< Please, he's only fifteen. Don't hurt him...take my wife but not me, not me...and him. >>
My laugh is powerful, deep.
<< Oh, the beast wants to live. Can I remind you of Miky? He was six, yet you choked him, moaning like a pig on him.
Miky is here too. So are many. Pazuzu is sitting on your armchair. He just broke the neck of your old Rabbi, the one you buy children from.>>
<< But they were animals, like you, stupid beast! You are the beast!>>
I shut his mouth, so that he won't scream.
I whine like a baby.
<<Oh darling...you really changed my mind. I'm actually a monster. You must punish me with your belt. I love you, master. And I'll let you cut my tongue.
I promise I won't kill anyone. I swear. I surrender. >>
His child enters the room, and his fish eyes are now wide open.
He calls his dad name, scared.
I set the father free, looking at the new visitor with delight in my eyes.
I spring smiling, and before he even notices the young boy is in the air.
I break his back with my own hands, and the bones scream as they shatter like glass.
I throw the dead body on the bed, where my childrean are awaiting for his last moments.
The father cries out like a harmed animal, beating his head against the wall, summoning the help of the evil hands I have devoured.
I walk to him, but I see his wife coming up the stairs, screaming, calling upon her son as she saw the rebellion flaring up in the streets.
I take her with my will, she suddenly floats in mid air.
A moment later she starts crashing violently against the stairs, and the walls, she breaks a chandelier with his own head, like a ball of flesh.
I can hear every bone of her body cracking, the fast beat of her frightened heart is a thunder in my head.
Her screams ends after less than a minute, but they seem to never end.
The body falls on the flor, strangely contorted, and stays there, lifeless.
She is dead.
Her spirit weeps in terror as she vanishes knowing that neither dust will be left of her.
I look in his eyes, a snigger painted on my face, and he's livid.
<< You swore beast. You are sick! You took them, so let me live, or God will punish you and all the animals coming after you. >>
<< God has choked. Like your son. He's in the nowhere you are going to as well, after we get tired of you, our little, stinky puppet.
No heaven, no child to fuck, no woman to torture... Isn't that terrible for a wise, good man like you? Nothing awaits you. The fear, the terror creeping in your disgusting mind before the end, before you vanish like your slutty wife...that will be eternal pleasure to my never ending soul. In that istant, your pain is going to last forever.>>
I force him to look at my eyes, his look is insane, confused.
<< Now, you have to ask me just a thing...>>
He screams again, I beat his head against the wall, not too fast, just to remind it who he has in front of him.
<< " What is falling off, master?" Repeat it. Or your teeth will be carved out one by one, without even being touched. Repeat it.>>
<< Will you hurt me again? >>
<< Of course I will. Now say it. >>
<< Wh... what is falling off, master? >>
<<Oh, lovely. See? If you listen things can go quite better. Something, I'm sure, will fall off. That is the dirtiest part of your body.The head.>>
He struggles, he moans, but stops immediately when my mouth swallows his neck, and bites.
I rip everthing my teeth touch, bones and the neck, which I break like a thin branch.
The head falls off, a curt noise unleashed in the electric air when it hits the floor like an empty ball.
<< It fell off the way you told me, Miky. >>
I hear Miky laughing, the child is between Pazuzu's arms. The sound of chains being carried away. My dead lover touches my cheek.
<< When I'm done, we'll be one thing only.>> I tell him.
The war has just begun.
I wash myself from the blood under the rain, outside, clean myself as Astaroth once taught me, before I was bought, during one of my secret nights spent in my wood.
I had to risk everytime to be caught by patrols, for my small assigned home was full of hidden eyes.
Now I know nobody has to hide anymore.
I see their bodies everywhere on the streets, most of them already vanished.
My brothers are dancing in the main square, a peacock showing its sacred beauty where once women and men where burnt.
I join them, naked, after throwing my grey uniform in the mud.
Tomorrow won't be a last day.
The end.
