My love poem

[Satanic Path]

Read till the end, if you want to.

~Here I am
sitting on a priest
sipping his pain
I didn't love in vain
They know, mine is not a game.


He cries out
for he has no way out
My heart thawed out
And I survived the drought
In His Joy I fought

My aching flesh
covered in flowers
He made a garden within me
I see, hear a baby sing
a smile where oncs was a wept
The Lord raised a throne
where I bled

And in my garden
I come to Him
naked
beautiful
alive
reborn.~

I am sad when my writings get too "satanic".
And this means I'm always sad, since what I write is always Satanic in some way.
I don't want to hide all this.
Satan is my best inspiration, and I always end up talking about him, or about things loved by Him, or about little allusions to Him.

In this poem I just talk about my dreams.
And love.
And being me, naked, as I truly am, in front of His amazing eyes.
But mostly I speak about love and His beautiful kingdom.
Hope you like it.
Hail Satan!
They are two faces to the same coin.