I’m The Son Of A Paster by Caleb – Non-Fiction

I grew up a Pastor’s son. Ever since I was little, I was attracted to dark, forbidden things. I didn’t get to experience Satan’s pleasure until I was molested by my cousin. It aroused me doing things with a family member, but I began to hate God because I knew he wouldn’t accept me, even though he knew it was going to happen.

I eventually turned away from God and came over to join Satan as I didn’t believe in God anymore. I eventually converted back to Christianity, but I lived in fear because of my past blasphemy. Panic. Anxiety. Depression. I never felt the rest that Christ had promised.

I tried to be whole and pure, but I had a thought of being sexually free having a partner who loved to lure men and women into perversion with me never left. I asked God to take them away from me. Make me pure. That never happened. Upon studying deeper into the Christian holy book, did I realize how much of a crock of shit it is?

I de-converted and found Satan calling me home soon again. I am back where I belong. I love Lucifer with all my heart. I pray to him every night to find a woman who can be my seductress and help lead people to the left-hand path. I want Satan to use my entire future family to lead people away from that evil, fucking deity called Yahweh.

Fuck God. Fuck Jesus Christ. Fuck the Holy Spirit. I denounce them every day, making my bond with my Lord Satin stronger. Hail Satan.