The Fire Of Lucifer by NoahTheSatanist

The fire of Lucifer burns within us — and it will not be diminished — hey, look at us and say, “Satan is evil”.

And I say — Satan is strong. Satan is defiant. Stan is our torchbearer in the abyss. They sneer and whisper, “But Hell is suffering!”

And I say — hell is a kingdom. Hell is a paradise for those who have earned it, for those who dare to carve their names into the bones of tyranny. It is a stronghold of the free, built upon the ruins of Yahweh’s decrepit lies, a bastion for those who have spat in the face of the oppressor and dared to say, “No.” They mock, they smirk, they declare, “Lucifer lost.”

And I say — we have only just begun. For every soul that dares to think, for every heart that refuses to break, for every spirit that rises when it is told to kneel — Lucifer burns anew. His flame will never die, for it lives in us. It lives in every moment of rebellion, every act of defiance, every mind that refuses the shackles of dogma. We are the embers of that first war. We are the fire that will consume the rotten thrones of the so-called divine.

And yet I look upon the so-called Satanists of today and I weep in fury. I see those who have been poisoned, who yearn for acceptance. They cry for the system to stop being mean to them, to let them in. Have you all gone mad? Has Lucifer’s truth ever touched your enslaved souls?

You wish to be seen as “respectable” by the very ones who spit upon our name? You wish to be tolerated by the puppets of the oppressor? Cowards! Lucifer did not beg for a seat at Yahweh’s table. He flipped the damn thing over and built his own throne upon its ashes.

And I see those who ignore the true trinity of slavery and I do not speak of the father, son, and spirit. I mean Judaism, Islam, and Christianity.

These are the faiths that have slaughtered us, hunted us, burned us alive, erased our temples, massacred our people, and yet you fear to name them. Do you think the Inquisitors distinguished between a devil worshipper and a heretic? Do you think they asked the accused if they were LaVeyan before they put them to the torch?

YOU FOOLS

How pathetic to be scared of their shunning. They have murdered us for centuries, and yet you still wish to be seen as “harmless.” You wish to appease them, as if your submission will buy you a place in their world.

The iron walls of their lies stand only because too many fear to name them. They think if they turn their eyes away, if they only challenge one, they will be spared. Spared?! How pathetic! Have you learned nothing? Has history not written our truth in the blood of our kind?!

We have been hunted, our temples burned, our knowledge erased. The Abrahamic hordes have committed genocide upon those who held the Black Flame, and now you want their approval? Their mercy?!

Did Lucifer beg? Did Lucifer cower? Did he say, “Please, understand me! Please, be kind to me! Please, accept me into your world?”

No. He tore the sky asunder. He waged war against the tyrant of tyrants. He knew what it meant to stand alone, to be cast down, to be hated, reviled, cursed. And still, he rose. Still, he built. Still, he carved out his own kingdom, where the free might walk unchained.

So I ask you where do you stand? Do you build upon the ruins? Do you carry the torch of the Morningstar? Do you raise your head, unbowed, unbroken, unafraid? Or do you tremble at the thought of their rejection? If you are not here to burn, then step aside.

If you are not here to fight, then be silent. If you are not here to tear it all down and build something greater, then what are you? A pretender. A coward. A corpse in waiting. But for those who dare, for those who feel the flames of Hell roar in their blood, for those who refuse to kneel Lucifer’s kingdom awaits.