Satanic Poem Poem by Paolo Mikel Moro

Play on the ground where I used to dwell
curse and never forge yourself to light
you who brings the power to change the heart
will cast it well for the better of yourself and I

In the deep forest consists of dead trees and catacombs
there, you shall bury all the goodness left in you
and like a ghoul who steal graves resting in peace
you shall do the same by changing the faith to those who still believe

You shall be a warrior for hell and a great threat to heaven
and if you carry my will at heart you shall be rewarded with immortality
though demise will have its way to end human's life
you shall have no worries you will stay as my son, you will be an exception

God in heaven shall play against our will and soon will fight
He will call upon his angels to be his knights
You might be filled with terror and might collapse with both eyes open
But you shall not die for I am your God

I will call upon leviathan to rise in the raging seas
and my call upon my minions to conquer the hearts to those who hate
Pain, Misery, Sorrow and hate will be your strenght
and forever we will live freely based on our preferences.