This is basically my rage shoved into a poem. Let me explain: I’m a Satanist. Now, before you freak out, either research it, or just be quiet. So many people have misconceptions about it. It’s really annoying and really uncalled for. I don’t worship Satan. I don’t sacrifice babies. If you want to know the truth, Google it. I’m not going to explain it. The point is, I was at work and Chris told me a customer came in and said something about my inverted pentagram necklace (you know, an upside down star/pentagram). I, of course, was on the verge of exploding. I never say any crap to Christians about the fallacies of their religion to their face, or even behind their back. I keep it to myself. If they want a good civil fight about religion, I’ll get into it with them, but coming in and saying something behind my back and all that…it pissed me off. So, to be short, this lovely poem is how I feel. As the quote says, maybe I’ll start telling people my thoughts if they want to insult my religion.

And yeah, I do have a few random ideologies from some religions mixed in to go along with my Satanism, but Satanism is my base. I do consider myself Kemetic too. It’s really complicated. Also, if I offended anyone, imagine how I felt when Chris told me that stuff.