Biography of Samael Wolf
Born in the land of Goshen, I was a wanderer of the wastelands for a time. I searched the nation for another home, only to return to the cursed land of my origin. I am a solitary creature that wishes for something more, something to make me feel like I am home. Those that I have loved are no longer tangible, taken from this plane of existence by fate, cold as it is.
Enough of the bullshit, I am 51 years old, I live alone with my two canine buddies, Charley and Buster. I like humans but after being bitten a few times, I tend to avoid them. I love sex (with humans) but after some 357 liasons, I wonder what I'm doing wrong (considering some of the rave reviews, I should be happily married) .
I am a hardcore Satanist. No, we dont sacrifice people or innocent puppies or kitties (thats just sick and STUPID) . We Dont worship anything (worship is a christian concept, as was slavery) .
I am a devotee of many arcane and obscure doctrines, which means I am a solitary being. Not that I like it so much, but I live with it.
I have a duality of body and spirit, as we all do, to either a greater or lesser extent. Yin, yang, male, female (you get the picture, maybe) .
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Samael Wolf's Works:
Samael Wolf Poems
A Conversation With 'God'
Why don't you do your own dirty work, let Satan take the blame is it all glory and no shame? 'He shrugs'
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World
Is a diamond undiscovered rough yet hard and beautiful
Tell me what sets your loins
It Can Be Taken Away At Any Moment
Dont relax, never relax it can all be taken away
Need I say you rock my world
' She '
She was born into the vision of a Goddess all that ever met her beautiful gaze
There is no proper place to see one so beautiful
I Cant Find My Way Home
I didnt want to be here I am alone with no way home
The times may change but this heart remains the same, the lonely warrior poet.
Cast to the side we are the lonely legion
Don'T Ask Me
O don't ask me, U already know
Dont stand close although you might
Abyss, Sweetly Descend
The quicksands of time slowly devours all
Reflections In A Stagnant Pool
Scrying the future in fetid black water the smell of humanity is there
A Question Of Time
When is midlife?
If one lives to 100
then 50 is midpoint
70? then 35 is it
Does age cause spirituality?
If so, then why?
Death comes at any age
or at any time
Why think about death