New Satanist

I'm a new satanist
evil as can be
so hail to the earth
and hail to me.

I don't worship Satan
so get your facts right
I worship nothing but me
and am wiccan by night.

Some day the spells I cast
will finally work and it will be glorious
having a voodoo doll of you
right in my hand.

You will have no peace or grand ol' days
when I pin you with needles and make
you my slave.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft