The Stench of a virgins body
Decaying in the dimly lit crypt
Barely distracts me as I slit
The flesh between my fingers,
Dipping a pen into the gathered blood.
With steady hands, I sign my soul
To the Lord of Hell, in blood, forever more.
Staring from under my hood,
I walk over to the corpse
And rest my hands on the hilt
Of the knife lodged in her chest.
Tilting my head back, I start to chant
"In the name of the Whore of Bethlehem,
I sacrificed this this virgin, carving
Your mark into her stomach.
In the name of the Dark Father, Satan,
I have used her blood to mark
Your unholy presence. And in the name
Of Azazel, I now light this body aflame
As a sacrifice unto you. Accept the
Ashes of this whore to be!"
Laying a thin veil over the corpse
I take a lit candle and place the flame
Against a corner of the veil,
Smiling as it soon catches flame.
As the flames rise from the body,
I kneel at it's head and softly pray.
"Oh mighty Satan, save me
From the treacherous and the violent.
Mark with vengeance those who would
Hinder me for I am your humble servant.
Thou art the Lord of the darkest pit
That brings my soul to greatest joy.
Thou art the one and original innovator
Of humanity, those who can not see this
Deserve no pity. I ask that you place in
My path those who will be destroyed
By me, grant me the power to do so.
I ask that you place in my path
Those puzzles that I am to solve,
Grant me the wisdom to do so.
I ask that you place in my path those
Challenges that I am to overcome,
Grant me the strength to do so.
Be my path left or right, my final
Destination is your kingdom.
That which is to die, will die.
That which is to burn, will burn.
He who is to find salvation in the arms
Of the Dark Lord shall do so.
For the Lord of my destiny is Satan!
Ave Satanas!" My echo reverberates
In the crypt as the body continues to burn.
Rising from my position, I blow out the candles
And take one last look at the burning corpse,
Smiling as I leave the crypt into the night