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Mariana Mariana

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Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore, their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL. Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering, falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed, and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud. Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
Weapon*

Fucking spell checker.

HAIL SATAN!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@... wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore, their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL. Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering, falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed, and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud. Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
I couldn't have put things in better terminology than that. Very inspirational. Good job! I really liked it.

Hail Satan!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@... wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore, their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL. Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering, falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed, and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud. Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
ahhh that certainly made my night :D not that it wasn't going good already :p.

I see images of a man, he walks the lengths of an army hundreds of thousands in size. With every word he fills the hearts of those men and women with that pure love and dedication we all have for HIM, our father Satan.
Brother, you truly inspire and remind all of what it truly means to be devoted and dedicated to Father Satan, and inspire the masses to do His Will.
Your gift shall be a rewarding one in the times to come.

;)

Hail Our Great Father Satan! and Hail all the True and Gloriouse Gods of Old!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@... wrote:

Weapon*

Fucking spell checker.

HAIL SATAN!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@ wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore, their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL. Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering, falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed, and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud. Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
Bloody brilliant! Enough said. WE ARE LEGION! Hail Father Satan forever!

On 10/19/09, Satanic_viking <hecktic_shadow@... wrote:
ahhh that certainly made my night :D not that it wasn't going good already
:p.

I see images of a man, he walks the lengths of an army hundreds of thousands
in size. With every word he fills the hearts of those men and women with
that pure love and dedication we all have for HIM, our father Satan.
Brother, you truly inspire and remind all of what it truly means to be
devoted and dedicated to Father Satan, and inspire the masses to do His
Will.
Your gift shall be a rewarding one in the times to come.

;)

Hail Our Great Father Satan! and Hail all the True and Gloriouse Gods of
Old!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@...
wrote:

Weapon*

Fucking spell checker.

HAIL SATAN!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We
raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore,
their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very
much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer
and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical
Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the
Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon
generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the
Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL.
Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its
own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and
Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the
Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering,
falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing
on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise
from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed,
and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL
to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life
in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and
Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a
Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath
and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of
finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud.
Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS
instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything
Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of
Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our
Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden
upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those
without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their
Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with
their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating
God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against
them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing
regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or
confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads
to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a
Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes
the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its
Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or
Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the
Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are
driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will
become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS
Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its
Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all
Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead
Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
Thats deep!!! I like it. thanks bro

On 10/19/09, Satanic_viking <hecktic_shadow@... wrote:
ahhh that certainly made my night :D not that it wasn't going good already
:p.

I see images of a man, he walks the lengths of an army hundreds of thousands
in size. With every word he fills the hearts of those men and women with
that pure love and dedication we all have for HIM, our father Satan.
Brother, you truly inspire and remind all of what it truly means to be
devoted and dedicated to Father Satan, and inspire the masses to do His
Will.
Your gift shall be a rewarding one in the times to come.

;)

Hail Our Great Father Satan! and Hail all the True and Gloriouse Gods of
Old!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@...
wrote:

Weapon*

Fucking spell checker.

HAIL SATAN!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We
raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore,
their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very
much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer
and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical
Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the
Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon
generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the
Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL.
Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its
own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and
Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the
Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering,
falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing
on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise
from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed,
and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL
to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life
in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and
Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a
Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath
and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of
finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud.
Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS
instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything
Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of
Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our
Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden
upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those
without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their
Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with
their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating
God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against
them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing
regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or
confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads
to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a
Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes
the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its
Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or
Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the
Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are
driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will
become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS
Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its
Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all
Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead
Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
Hello all, i amhappy that i just dedicated myself to father Satan, never felt like this in my life .
I feel full of energy and i feel like i am a new person, the father Satan helped me to understand that christian god is nothing else but a egoist god that do not care for anyone, and mislead the whole inhabited earth . Father Satan open my eyes and for the first time i see how christian bible contradict itslef and is all a manipulation to controll our thought, emotion and spiritual being.
Before Father Satan aproached me i had lesson at home with jehova witneses, i whent into deep depression for one year, sleepless nights and constant fears.
This is what i call full manipulation , it was like some unknown forces had taken control of my body of my personality and draging me into destruction.
And when i first was contacted by Father Satan , he told me that he was alawys behind me but i constantly failed to notice, and i was giving the merits of my success mostly to god . Father Satan let me try for myslef that xhristian god doesnt care, he never confort or help anyone spiritually, and whoever follow him will end up a dead soul .

I want to thatnk everyone that will have time to read what i am writing , and in the same time apologise for the long text but i am happy that i found the group where i can share my experiance and work with others to give glory to our Father Satan.
Klelia

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "r.w. bingojr" <rickbinge27@... wrote:

Thats deep!!! I like it. thanks bro

On 10/19/09, Satanic_viking <hecktic_shadow@... wrote:
ahhh that certainly made my night :D not that it wasn't going good already
:p.

I see images of a man, he walks the lengths of an army hundreds of thousands
in size. With every word he fills the hearts of those men and women with
that pure love and dedication we all have for HIM, our father Satan.
Brother, you truly inspire and remind all of what it truly means to be
devoted and dedicated to Father Satan, and inspire the masses to do His
Will.
Your gift shall be a rewarding one in the times to come.

;)

Hail Our Great Father Satan! and Hail all the True and Gloriouse Gods of
Old!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Weapon*

Fucking spell checker.

HAIL SATAN!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We
raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore,
their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very
much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer
and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical
Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the
Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon
generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the
Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL.
Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its
own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and
Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the
Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering,
falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing
on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise
from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed,
and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL
to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life
in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and
Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a
Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath
and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of
finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud.
Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS
instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything
Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of
Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our
Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden
upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those
without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their
Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with
their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating
God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against
them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing
regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or
confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads
to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a
Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes
the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its
Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or
Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the
Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are
driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will
become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS
Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its
Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all
Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead
Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
There are many things you will learn young one. You will learn about everything that has ever happened in full detail from beginning to end and everything in between.. Of course there is never really an end to things, but you get the idea. You will learn that not only is Satan consider Father to a lot, but he is also a lot of other things. He is any different kind of relative you've ever known. We've tapped into each other's energy. It is immense and it exists within everything living or non. You will feel all of this when you are ready. Any questions you may have feel free to ask me as I am on Yahoo Messenger. Don't ever be afraid to ask me anything.

Hail Satan!


--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "kleliacleon" <kleliacleon@... wrote:

Hello all, i amhappy that i just dedicated myself to father Satan, never felt like this in my life .
I feel full of energy and i feel like i am a new person, the father Satan helped me to understand that christian god is nothing else but a egoist god that do not care for anyone, and mislead the whole inhabited earth . Father Satan open my eyes and for the first time i see how christian bible contradict itslef and is all a manipulation to controll our thought, emotion and spiritual being.
Before Father Satan aproached me i had lesson at home with jehova witneses, i whent into deep depression for one year, sleepless nights and constant fears.
This is what i call full manipulation , it was like some unknown forces had taken control of my body of my personality and draging me into destruction.
And when i first was contacted by Father Satan , he told me that he was alawys behind me but i constantly failed to notice, and i was giving the merits of my success mostly to god . Father Satan let me try for myslef that xhristian god doesnt care, he never confort or help anyone spiritually, and whoever follow him will end up a dead soul .

I want to thatnk everyone that will have time to read what i am writing , and in the same time apologise for the long text but i am happy that i found the group where i can share my experiance and work with others to give glory to our Father Satan.
Klelia

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "r.w. bingojr" <rickbinge27@ wrote:

Thats deep!!! I like it. thanks bro

On 10/19/09, Satanic_viking <hecktic_shadow@ wrote:
ahhh that certainly made my night :D not that it wasn't going good already
:p.

I see images of a man, he walks the lengths of an army hundreds of thousands
in size. With every word he fills the hearts of those men and women with
that pure love and dedication we all have for HIM, our father Satan.
Brother, you truly inspire and remind all of what it truly means to be
devoted and dedicated to Father Satan, and inspire the masses to do His
Will.
Your gift shall be a rewarding one in the times to come.

;)

Hail Our Great Father Satan! and Hail all the True and Gloriouse Gods of
Old!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Weapon*

Fucking spell checker.

HAIL SATAN!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We
raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore,
their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very
much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer
and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical
Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the
Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon
generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the
Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL.
Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its
own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and
Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the
Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering,
falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing
on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise
from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed,
and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL
to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life
in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and
Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a
Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath
and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of
finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud.
Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS
instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything
Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of
Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our
Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden
upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those
without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their
Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with
their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating
God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against
them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing
regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or
confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads
to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a
Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes
the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its
Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or
Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the
Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are
driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will
become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS
Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its
Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all
Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead
Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
I just want to say congrats, and welcome to the family I am sort of a new commer myself two munths in our so I thought thats when he told me he had always been there helping me he always had my back ya'know. today I was at work when an elderly man had said something to me but I didn't hear him so I said excuse me he repeated what he said. Have a great day in the name of JC ( shortened it cus i hate lie). So I looked at him with his fake smile and pale skin. And all I said was 'you poor dead soul' it just came out I staird into his eyes the look of fear coverd his face and he ran out the door got in his car and speed off. I couldn't stop laughing!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "kleliacleon" <kleliacleon@... wrote:

Hello all, i amhappy that i just dedicated myself to father Satan, never felt like this in my life .
I feel full of energy and i feel like i am a new person, the father Satan helped me to understand that christian god is nothing else but a egoist god that do not care for anyone, and mislead the whole inhabited earth . Father Satan open my eyes and for the first time i see how christian bible contradict itslef and is all a manipulation to controll our thought, emotion and spiritual being.
Before Father Satan aproached me i had lesson at home with jehova witneses, i whent into deep depression for one year, sleepless nights and constant fears.
This is what i call full manipulation , it was like some unknown forces had taken control of my body of my personality and draging me into destruction.
And when i first was contacted by Father Satan , he told me that he was alawys behind me but i constantly failed to notice, and i was giving the merits of my success mostly to god . Father Satan let me try for myslef that xhristian god doesnt care, he never confort or help anyone spiritually, and whoever follow him will end up a dead soul .

I want to thatnk everyone that will have time to read what i am writing , and in the same time apologise for the long text but i am happy that i found the group where i can share my experiance and work with others to give glory to our Father Satan.
Klelia

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "r.w. bingojr" <rickbinge27@ wrote:

Thats deep!!! I like it. thanks bro

On 10/19/09, Satanic_viking <hecktic_shadow@ wrote:
ahhh that certainly made my night :D not that it wasn't going good already
:p.

I see images of a man, he walks the lengths of an army hundreds of thousands
in size. With every word he fills the hearts of those men and women with
that pure love and dedication we all have for HIM, our father Satan.
Brother, you truly inspire and remind all of what it truly means to be
devoted and dedicated to Father Satan, and inspire the masses to do His
Will.
Your gift shall be a rewarding one in the times to come.

;)

Hail Our Great Father Satan! and Hail all the True and Gloriouse Gods of
Old!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Weapon*

Fucking spell checker.

HAIL SATAN!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We
raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore,
their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very
much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer
and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical
Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the
Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon
generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the
Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL.
Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its
own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and
Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the
Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering,
falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing
on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise
from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed,
and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL
to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life
in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and
Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a
Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath
and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of
finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud.
Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS
instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything
Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of
Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our
Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden
upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those
without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their
Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with
their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating
God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against
them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing
regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or
confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads
to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a
Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes
the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its
Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or
Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the
Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are
driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will
become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS
Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its
Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all
Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead
Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
 
--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Allison P <apocalypseofjon@... wrote:
Bloody brilliant! Enough said. WE ARE LEGION! Hail Father Satan forever!

On 10/19/09, Satanic_viking <hecktic_shadow@... wrote:
ahhh that certainly made my night :D not that it wasn't going good already
:p.

I see images of a man, he walks the lengths of an army hundreds of thousands
in size. With every word he fills the hearts of those men and women with
that pure love and dedication we all have for HIM, our father Satan.
Brother, you truly inspire and remind all of what it truly means to be
devoted and dedicated to Father Satan, and inspire the masses to do His
Will.
Your gift shall be a rewarding one in the times to come.

;)

Hail Our Great Father Satan! and Hail all the True and Gloriouse Gods of
Old!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Weapon*

Fucking spell checker.

HAIL SATAN!

--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Ouroboros" <ouroboros.anundr@
wrote:

Our Mother is the Earth upon which We stand, Our Father a God to whom We
raise Our every Aspiration. Their Mother is a Human Paper Virgin Whore,
their Father a Human Paper Sacrificial Lamb.

By Human Psychological acceptance We are what Our Parents make us, very
much so, though some may disagree, We are Forged this way. The Hammer
and the Anvil beating together in order to Create. By the Physical
Lineage, through the Singular existence of the Rotting christ, the
Hammer and Anvil Forges a Plough with which to Sow generation upon
generation of an impressed Lie. By the Spiritual Lineage, through the
Eternal Existence of Satan, We are Forged a Sword!

A Weopon, if you Will, a Weopon by any imaginiation of HIS WILL.
Warriors from Birth to Birth are We. A Plough that Sows the Seed of its
own destructive pestilence then are they by comparrisson of Blood and
Soul, Blood to Feed the Worms, a Soul to Feed the Ox that drives the
Plough.

The Plough is the Crucifix of the christ, the christ the Ox, staggering,
falling beneath the weight of its burden. Tired, weary, and stumbleing
on stoney, cold ground. The seed of its existence will struggle to rise
from weak foundations as a blunted plough and needfull lambs are grazed,
and grazed, upon the rocks.

The Sword We are does not seek to cut the Earth, and neither is Our WILL
to feed the Worms, they feed themselves without Our charity, each Life
in Satans Service is a Life that Loves to Live. Should every Man and
Woman embrace Our Fathers Gifts, embrace Our Fathers Future, what a
Garden of Paradise each Love of Life would make. Eternally, with Breath
and Memory. Spiritual Lineage in Physical Form, in the absence of
finality, and in the company of Gods.

We are the Sword that Severs the Veil. The Blade that Severs the Shroud.
Fertile is the Soil from which We grow, and We are tendered well by HIS
instruction. Expansion of the xian Elysium, the Finality of everything
Heroic and Virtuous, by their Intention, obstructed by the Intention of
Our Own, en masse, and Indestructable in Our Fathers Name, and by Our
Fathers Number.

We are an ever increasing Encumberment upon and ever increasing Burden
upon an ever Weakening Foe. Abundent are the opportunities for those
without to Bargain for their Souls, Fleeting are the moments of their
Lives in which to harness oppertunity, however, so they gamble with
their Souls, with the prospect of Eternity at the table of a Cheating
God, for no odds are in their favour, for their saviour bets against
them.

The Promise of a Safe Bet is Purgatory of Choice, Perfection for nothing
regardless of the Actions of Physical Existence upon absolution or
confession, by False Guidance and False Impression is a Road that leads
to Knowhere. WE walk a Path that leads upon itself to its beginning, a
Path without an End.

As Pen is Sword and Sword is Mighter by Far than Plough, the Pen becomes
the Sword becomes the Whip upon the Ox that drags the Plough to its
Fate, that Heralds Our Fathers Triumph. A Weopon by any Imagination or
Intention of HIS WILL.

Their Days are Numbered in Years, and Singular in Lifetime. We, the
Swords of Satan are held by HIM at the Hilt, and those Withouth are
driven to DOOM by US! The Battlefields and Deserts of Yesterday Will
become the Orchards that Will bare the Fruit of Our Every Labour by HIS
Every Design.

Purge the Wrongly Righteous for their Wickedness has long outlived its
Welcome. Live to Breathe the Company of Gods, absent of Promise, for all
Promises Fulfilled! To Life amoung the Gods, Forever without Need!!

There is only one set of Footprints in the Sand , The Plow and the Dead
Ox are Ebbing against a Merciless Tide.

HAIL SATAN!
HAIL SATAN FOREVER!
 

Al Jilwah: Chapter IV

"It is my desire that all my followers unite in a bond of unity, lest those who are without prevail against them." - Shaitan

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