Hello everyone. I have been a dedicated Satanist for about a year now, and I have decided to try and write a song in rhymes, which is supposed to be antichristian. It is my second time writing a song like that and I really hope that you will like it, english is not my native language so I have tried to make it rhyme as best as possible. Thank you for taking your time and reading the song. 
Hail Satan!
The song:
White and aestetic walking sheep,
spilling down in a sick weep,
spilling down with same goal shot,
to meet their friendly and nice "God".
The books, the stories they are told,
suppressing lives, they stand up cold,
suppressing vital parts of life,
stepping forward to the knife.
And through endless, sensless aim,
they are the ones to take the blame,
they are the ones that are decieved,
from all the morphine brain recieved.
Until one rises up above,
stands right up and looks below,
stands right up in a black shirt,
and starts a talk, that shall sure hurt.
"Oh my brothers, oh my men,
acting passive, since who knows when,
acting passive, I am watching you,
your savior's not that bleak dead jew."
And his own men took him down,
their brain still washed under false crown,
their brain still searching for solution,
making a public execution.
Bells are tolling as they carry,
their heads filled with stolen Mary,
their heads filled with all this shit,
the fire is ready to be lit.
As they carry him to pile,
they are chanting in false desire,
they are chanting words of liar,
preparing the man to meet the fire.
Inquisition, the murder beyond,
in his final moments, he sees a pond,
in his final moments, looks in water,
sees the victims of this slaughter.
Standing in a public square,
crowd is watching, his long hair,
crowd is watching, flames go up,
this is the final sip from cup.
Black sheep looks up among the rest,
they all laugh, on the dying mental test,
they all laugh in christian way,
but another thing, he has to say.
"Oh christianity, you lying whore,
corrupting us, corrupting all,
I will die and I'm not mad,
but all you christians are already dead."
And the flames consumed his voice,
uttering not a single noise,
sheep went back, as told they should,
but he himself did see the truth.
Hail Satan!
The song:
White and aestetic walking sheep,
spilling down in a sick weep,
spilling down with same goal shot,
to meet their friendly and nice "God".
The books, the stories they are told,
suppressing lives, they stand up cold,
suppressing vital parts of life,
stepping forward to the knife.
And through endless, sensless aim,
they are the ones to take the blame,
they are the ones that are decieved,
from all the morphine brain recieved.
Until one rises up above,
stands right up and looks below,
stands right up in a black shirt,
and starts a talk, that shall sure hurt.
"Oh my brothers, oh my men,
acting passive, since who knows when,
acting passive, I am watching you,
your savior's not that bleak dead jew."
And his own men took him down,
their brain still washed under false crown,
their brain still searching for solution,
making a public execution.
Bells are tolling as they carry,
their heads filled with stolen Mary,
their heads filled with all this shit,
the fire is ready to be lit.
As they carry him to pile,
they are chanting in false desire,
they are chanting words of liar,
preparing the man to meet the fire.
Inquisition, the murder beyond,
in his final moments, he sees a pond,
in his final moments, looks in water,
sees the victims of this slaughter.
Standing in a public square,
crowd is watching, his long hair,
crowd is watching, flames go up,
this is the final sip from cup.
Black sheep looks up among the rest,
they all laugh, on the dying mental test,
they all laugh in christian way,
but another thing, he has to say.
"Oh christianity, you lying whore,
corrupting us, corrupting all,
I will die and I'm not mad,
but all you christians are already dead."
And the flames consumed his voice,
uttering not a single noise,
sheep went back, as told they should,
but he himself did see the truth.