The Infernal Call "Satanic Prose"

[aasfaf afsrt]

Deep in time He was standing, calling his sons they yet to come, rejoicing in peace and harmony, his flute played the music of universe eternally flying in space and time, watching with the eyes of truth what was awaiting the world, the beautiful mother Gaia.

Many had came and go, many had fought fierce wars, there was blood and mayhem, and He was standing in silence watching the changes slowly melt in the universal gloom, keeping balance of the beautiful kingdom when crisis uproars..
and a "one" came, one with dreams and projects, wanted to unite everything in his filthy fist and enslave the glorious sons of Gaia, he was rejected many times, yet he gained power through ignorance and fear, destroying civilzation after another to build his false kingdom, calling it heaven, he enslaved them, but he wasn't able to enslave the chosen ones in his false zion ..

Deep in time He called them, by their names, and the names they will be called unto his command, because He saw it all, He knew that wars had to be fought to regain balance, for Gaia to be free again from the tyrant, and from the soldiers of the tyrant, forcing everyone to serve as a slave, the sun cries as pain chains every soul under the slavery of the filthy tyrant..

The dreamy mornings are fading from our memories, greed and lust replaced in the hearts by the false one, he invented sins on his own image, for a greedy and lusty, murderer he was, he wanted them to be just copies of his ugly face, and essence of man was never evil, for his roots are Spiritually pure as the shining moon..

Now the ways of the ancient spirit are forgotten, what remained of it had tainted with evil, the tyrant corrupted many souls, feeding on them, and the ones chosen for regaining balance, purist of elements, was fought and crushed down in many lives, but they are recreated, stronger they came out, their cries shakes the false, evil throne, and tyrant is in pain, twisting like a sick serpent, we crushed the illusion in our lives, and by crushing it we regain balance to the crying mother  Gaia, once stolen by the tyrant, but not forever, because a law is ruling above, showing the false creeds what they deserve, holding mother, embracing her love, embracing the love of our Eternal Father, true in our hearts, calling us with power of thunder and making us his own, and we rejoice in his harmony, smoothly flowing with wind, out from His eternal flute...
Hail Satan !
Hail Beelzebub !
Hail Astaroth !
Hail Azazel !
Our War Cry..
Our Victorious Flag in War..
Hail to you all !

 

[Allison P]

Beautiful! Hail Father Satan!

On 11/16/10, aasfaf afsrt <bravo_801@... wrote:

Deep in time He was standing, calling his sons they yet to come, rejoicing
in
peace and harmony, his flute played the music of universe eternally flying
in
space and time, watching with the eyes of truth what was awaiting the
world,
the beautiful mother Gaia.

Many had came and go, many had fought fierce wars, there was blood and
mayhem,
and He was standing in silence watching the changes slowly melt in the
universal
gloom, keeping balance of the beautiful kingdom when crisis uproars..
and a "one" came, one with dreams and projects, wanted to unite everything
in
his filthy fist and enslave the glorious sons of Gaia, he was rejected many
times, yet he gained power through ignorance and fear, destroying
civilzation
after another to build his false kingdom, calling it heaven, he enslaved
them,
but he wasn't able to enslave the chosen ones in his false zion ..

Deep in time He called them, by their names, and the names they will be
called
unto his command, because He saw it all, He knew that wars had to be fought
to
regain balance, for Gaia to be free again from the tyrant, and from the
soldiers of the tyrant, forcing everyone to serve as a slave, the sun cries
as
pain chains every soul under the slavery of the filthy tyrant..

The dreamy mornings are fading from our memories, greed and lust replaced
in
the hearts by the false one, he invented sins on his own image, for a
greedy
and lusty, murderer he was, he wanted them to be just copies of his ugly
face,
and essence of man was never evil, for his roots are Spiritually pure as
the
shining moon..

Now the ways of the ancient spirit are forgotten, what remained of it had
tainted with evil, the tyrant corrupted many souls, feeding on them, and
the
ones chosen for regaining balance, purist of elements, was fought and
crushed
down in many lives, but they are recreated, stronger they came out, their
cries
shakes the false, evil throne, and tyrant is in pain, twisting like a sick
serpent, we crushed the illusion in our lives, and by crushing it we regain
balance to the crying mother Gaia, once stolen by the tyrant, but not
forever,
because a law is ruling above, showing the false creeds what they deserve,
holding mother, embracing her love, embracing the love of our Eternal
Father,
true in our hearts, calling us with power of thunder and making us his own,
and
we rejoice in his harmony, smoothly flowing with wind, out from His eternal
flute...
Hail Satan !
Hail Beelzebub !
Hail Astaroth !
Hail Azazel !
Our War Cry..
Our Victorious Flag in War..
Hail to you all !

 

[Jeremy Terry]

That is beautiful very well written and it walks me in my mind with the images of what is within the satanic prose keep these coming they are awesome

Hail satan
and
hail haures

------Original Message------
From: Allison P <apocalypseofjon@...
To: <[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Date: Sunday, November 21, 2010 9:52:14 AM GMT-0800
Subject: Re: [JoyofSatan666] The Infernal Call "Satanic Prose"

Beautiful! Hail Father Satan!

On 11/16/10, aasfaf afsrt <bravo_801@... wrote:

Deep in time He was standing, calling his sons they yet to come, rejoicing
in
peace and harmony, his flute played the music of universe eternally flying
in
space and time, watching with the eyes of truth what was awaiting the
world,
the beautiful mother Gaia.

Many had came and go, many had fought fierce wars, there was blood and
mayhem,
and He was standing in silence watching the changes slowly melt in the
universal
gloom, keeping balance of the beautiful kingdom when crisis uproars..
and a "one" came, one with dreams and projects, wanted to unite everything
in
his filthy fist and enslave the glorious sons of Gaia, he was rejected many
times, yet he gained power through ignorance and fear, destroying
civilzation
after another to build his false kingdom, calling it heaven, he enslaved
them,
but he wasn't able to enslave the chosen ones in his false zion ..

Deep in time He called them, by their names, and the names they will be
called
unto his command, because He saw it all, He knew that wars had to be fought
to
regain balance, for Gaia to be free again from the tyrant, and from the
soldiers of the tyrant, forcing everyone to serve as a slave, the sun cries
as
pain chains every soul under the slavery of the filthy tyrant..

The dreamy mornings are fading from our memories, greed and lust replaced
in
the hearts by the false one, he invented sins on his own image, for a
greedy
and lusty, murderer he was, he wanted them to be just copies of his ugly
face,
and essence of man was never evil, for his roots are Spiritually pure as
the
shining moon..

Now the ways of the ancient spirit are forgotten, what remained of it had
tainted with evil, the tyrant corrupted many souls, feeding on them, and
the
ones chosen for regaining balance, purist of elements, was fought and
crushed
down in many lives, but they are recreated, stronger they came out, their
cries
shakes the false, evil throne, and tyrant is in pain, twisting like a sick
serpent, we crushed the illusion in our lives, and by crushing it we regain
balance to the crying mother Gaia, once stolen by the tyrant, but not
forever,
because a law is ruling above, showing the false creeds what they deserve,
holding mother, embracing her love, embracing the love of our Eternal
Father,
true in our hearts, calling us with power of thunder and making us his own,
and
we rejoice in his harmony, smoothly flowing with wind, out from His eternal
flute...
Hail Satan !
Hail Beelzebub !
Hail Astaroth !
Hail Azazel !
Our War Cry..
Our Victorious Flag in War..
Hail to you all !