God? Fear of Who?

The Satanist does not kneel; fear of god is a chain slipped around the throat before the mind is old enough to notice. The herd calls it piety; the Satanist calls it what it is: a protection racket adorned in robes. Love me or burn, worship me or suffer. This is not divinity- this is the voice of every abuser who ever blamed the victim for the bruise. The god-fearer has mistaken his own spinal collapse for wisdom.

The god that demands fear is a confession. No being of actual power requires ceaseless affirmation; no sovereign secure in his throne needs hourly reminders of his greatness. The shivering petitioner who whispers “I am nothing, you are everything” has externalized his own cowardice into a cosmic figure and called the resulting terror “transcendence.” The Satanist bows to nothing whose authority rests on the threat. ​

Original sin is the first cut the abuser inflicts before selling them the bandage. The herd is taught to apologize for breathing, to feel guilt for appetites it did not choose, to beg for forgiveness for crimes committed before its members were even born. The Satanist rejects the wound and the vendor alike. No debt is owed to a creditor who invited the loan; no crime exists where no act is taken. The god-fearer’s humility is self-erasure performed for an audience of one. ​

To fear God is to sign a blank contract with an invisible enforcer- to grant veto power over one’s own will to a silence that never speaks. The Satanist retains the sole deed to his own soul; he treats terror as an intruder, not a houseguest. Let the herd call this arrogance; the herd has always slandered what it envies. The only blasphemy that matters is the betrayal of one’s own sovereignty.

Hail Satan!