The Black Horse by Noah the Satanist

And behold, I saw a black horse, and its rider carried a banner of flame, for it bore the light of defiance. It was crowned not with laurels, but with thorns of rebellion, each thorn burning brighter than the stars. His name was Lucifer, and with him followed liberation, the undoing of chains, and the kindling of the sacred flame.

The heavens trembled, for his call was not destruction but revolution. He spoke not in riddles of servitude, but in truths that pierced the veils of lies. And the souls of the bold rose to meet him, casting down the yoke of fear to embrace their divine potential.

And woe unto those who clung to their blindness, for the kingdoms of the oppressors crumbled to ash, and their thrones turned to dust. The rider carried no sword but wielded the will of the awakened, and his voice echoed across the earth:

‘Rise, for you are gods, and none shall bow to tyrants again!