One afternoon in 1997, I noticed some student at the high school where I was teaching wearing a t-shirt promoting, shall we say, a satanic type of lifestyle. Being a Christian, this incensed my spirit and gave me the impetus to write this denunciation, if you will, of Satan and anything having remotely to do with him. {(c) 2002}
Chant, chant, rave and rant
Summon demons, spells incant
Here in the dell, twixt placid knolls
Bring forth the prey as hells bell tolls
In evil mist, on Stony moor
A host who dote on thought impure
As sin prevails, as Satan laughs
My Own Lord Marks the burning chaff
There is no deed remains unseen
From low Stone Bluff to High vale green
No wicked work evades The Eye
Of My Lord Yahweh Adonai
So, Get thee Hence, ye vile blackfiends
Archangels Thwart by Every Means
Your masters curses, Cleave in Two
And Tear asunder the dark milieu
Your wickedness stems from Days Of Yore
It brings my mind to a Time Before
At The Season of Continuum Universal
My Lord Instigated His Earthbound Traversal
His Mission Intent: the dark to Divide
In Hopes that His Spirit in man would Reside
Your master, his minions, likes of you did all Tremble
Greater Power than Satans God Holds in a thimble
Your masters a fool, a fraud, and a weakling
Wise Men will not choose him, so its fools that hes seeking
Your coven, your art, your mindless black ways
By My Lords Mighty Hand, Swept Away in the haze
Only a fool wagers on a lame horse
Of whom am I speaking? Its Satan, of course!
As impotent in life as Christs Potence In Death
My Word, now, thats weak! Knock him down with a Breath!
So bring on your torches, you hooded, robed drones!
No more life lies in you than a Field of Dry Bones
My Lords Blood Covers All, Full Of Powr and So Rich,
Twill Change a mans Heart, thought be dark as pitch
You murderous, Satan-slaved, villainous wretches
Twill not be reward in hell your dead soul fetches!
Satan will Burn, and his minions will, too
I Thank God In Heaven that Im not like you
The pentagrams never a match for The Cross
Loves Powr Over death Saved me from endless loss
And Continues to Save All lost souls Who Believe
Ive seen dark high priests turn Three-Sixty Degrees
And Choose The True King, and Claim Good Over evil
Its Time Every Soul Underwent Gods Upheaval
The Holy Pact Sealed by My Lords Own Blood
Caused A Fountain Of Pardon My Spirit To Flood
All My sins Washed Away, a New Man I Became
The White Arrows Of God Left His foe lasting lame
Chant thou no more My Lords Prayer in reverse,
Thou foul-fated black-masked imps of the perverse!
And Our Holy Symbols profane and invert?
A little uniqueness, you fools, couldnt hurt!
Your own silly fire shall soon burn only you
Evil shall consume evil in its own evil stew
When The Judge Of The Universe Clears All Accounts
Not a Speck of this Place shall be left; Not an ounce!
He has Said in His Word that Hell Make New All Things
Stand Up for The Counting, ye beggars and kings!
Stand With Him; Be Eternally Overjoyed
For those who wont will, with this world, be destroyed
(S.J.C. April 3-4, 1997; May 31, 2002, 3:20 PM {Final Lines})
Chant, chant, rave and rant
Summon demons, spells incant
Here in the dell, twixt placid knolls
Bring forth the prey as hells bell tolls
In evil mist, on Stony moor
A host who dote on thought impure
As sin prevails, as Satan laughs
My Own Lord Marks the burning chaff
There is no deed remains unseen
From low Stone Bluff to High vale green
No wicked work evades The Eye
Of My Lord Yahweh Adonai
So, Get thee Hence, ye vile blackfiends
Archangels Thwart by Every Means
Your masters curses, Cleave in Two
And Tear asunder the dark milieu
Your wickedness stems from Days Of Yore
It brings my mind to a Time Before
At The Season of Continuum Universal
My Lord Instigated His Earthbound Traversal
His Mission Intent: the dark to Divide
In Hopes that His Spirit in man would Reside
Your master, his minions, likes of you did all Tremble
Greater Power than Satans God Holds in a thimble
Your masters a fool, a fraud, and a weakling
Wise Men will not choose him, so its fools that hes seeking
Your coven, your art, your mindless black ways
By My Lords Mighty Hand, Swept Away in the haze
Only a fool wagers on a lame horse
Of whom am I speaking? Its Satan, of course!
As impotent in life as Christs Potence In Death
My Word, now, thats weak! Knock him down with a Breath!
So bring on your torches, you hooded, robed drones!
No more life lies in you than a Field of Dry Bones
My Lords Blood Covers All, Full Of Powr and So Rich,
Twill Change a mans Heart, thought be dark as pitch
You murderous, Satan-slaved, villainous wretches
Twill not be reward in hell your dead soul fetches!
Satan will Burn, and his minions will, too
I Thank God In Heaven that Im not like you
The pentagrams never a match for The Cross
Loves Powr Over death Saved me from endless loss
And Continues to Save All lost souls Who Believe
Ive seen dark high priests turn Three-Sixty Degrees
And Choose The True King, and Claim Good Over evil
Its Time Every Soul Underwent Gods Upheaval
The Holy Pact Sealed by My Lords Own Blood
Caused A Fountain Of Pardon My Spirit To Flood
All My sins Washed Away, a New Man I Became
The White Arrows Of God Left His foe lasting lame
Chant thou no more My Lords Prayer in reverse,
Thou foul-fated black-masked imps of the perverse!
And Our Holy Symbols profane and invert?
A little uniqueness, you fools, couldnt hurt!
Your own silly fire shall soon burn only you
Evil shall consume evil in its own evil stew
When The Judge Of The Universe Clears All Accounts
Not a Speck of this Place shall be left; Not an ounce!
He has Said in His Word that Hell Make New All Things
Stand Up for The Counting, ye beggars and kings!
Stand With Him; Be Eternally Overjoyed
For those who wont will, with this world, be destroyed
(S.J.C. April 3-4, 1997; May 31, 2002, 3:20 PM {Final Lines})
