The Satanist Poem by Peri Morgan

Warning: I think the title say's it all. If you are religious and take offense to such things, DO NOT READ.

Man has always worshiped,
some unknown deity,
but I say nay,
it's nothing but ancient folly.
I give praise only to myself,
for I am thine own redeemer,
to me i am my own god,
and no I'm not a dreamer.
No man will ever say,
'Thou shalt not' to me,
I will not listen,
for he is mine mortal enemy.
We each have the right,
to go our own way,
every depiction of 'the light',
differs in some way,
you will never see me bow,
you will never see me pray.
For I am a satanist,
but why fear me?
I am not a rapist,
nor murderer you see.
Yet as you see me coming,
still you turn and flee,
so be it,
that is fine by me.
'Tis only the unknown,
you fear inside of me,
for although you think me evil,
I'm not what you actually see.
I do whatever I want,
yes I do my own thing,
and I couldn't care less,
if you call it 'sin'.
For to sin is to abstain,
from all that comes as instinct,
I believe not in any god,
to me he doesn't exist.
Created in the minds of men,
derived from older ritual,
you slander the satanist again,
yet still you have no clue.
Of who we really are,
or what makes us tick,
so I proudly shout,
I AM A SATANIST!