No.10
My heart sings of thee, my tongue quivers at your name. When I think about you, my heart fills with hellish warmth and a delightful serenity lays upon my shoulders. The room shakes, the earth and I become one.
Oh Father Satan:
I thank you. You watch over and show the pathway towards embracing magic. Too often do I put aside the importance of study; yet continually you provide, showering me with grace.
There is power within the name, within the perception. There lies even more power within the embracing of ego with the eternal one- with the Dark Fissure, the Satanic Abyss. Reality must be remade by purpose.
I close my eyes, and I am here, before you, before all of you. We are perpetually reborn.
Bless my endeavor; burn the candle and may the brightness inflame and engulf nearby repositories. Stir the hearts, may that which is true to You be supreme. The path is one of freedom, of holistic embracing. Redirect interest, create a harmonious symphony of wondrous Satanic prose.
I remain open; I broaden; I widen; wrap around myself thy embrace and shadow; may thy power flow through me; I and thee are One.
Ave Satanas.