I Hate Satan

Sick of his lies I find no calling His body of deciet Compels me to break away No sense made in his circle No pact drawn in chalk made The hateful magic user Is my enemy and Holds the true death Of living souls Breaks down To tremendous torment Tortures for fun Pain rains bliss on his skin I cannot tolerate His blissful madness My altruistic self Is undeserving of his wrath Pins pierce my pure body Now seeping black With the tar of hate Prepare yourself, Satan Now what have you done? What have you done to me? You've made me A machine of hate This engine of fury cannot be caged May its anger burn your fingertips And engulf you in my rage I hate you, Satan I hate your fucking guts F*ck you Satan You motherfucker I'll kill you to death F*ck you!