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His Name Be Praised
Let his name be praised
His glorious countenance be raised
Up on pillars of onyx and obsidian
Sculpted with devotion
Carved out of care and love
Chiseled with precision
And along with all the above
Most importantly
with Sin
Praise Satan, Praise Satan
Don't you be dissin him
Don't be hatin
He's quite the catch
That you're sister should be datin
For you, he's awaitin, anticipatin
Praise Satan, praise Satan
Embrace He who always managed to take the blame
Praise Satan, praise Satan
For your blasphemies, cursing that flowerchild's name
Praise Satan, praise Satan
That hippy who receives all the attention and fame
To which our Prince of Darkness
Is worthy of his rightful claim
Don't be shy
He's really not such bad guy
Afterall, how many angelic beings do you know
Take the fall, with no questions asked
So, praise him
Say his name twice, chant like a monk
While spinning around counter clockwise
In an upside pentagram
Painted with your own blood
Do it with zest and spunk
Or do it while your fornicatin
Idolatrizing, alduteratin
And to thoroughly please him
For it does thoroughly please him
To say his name when you're
Master of All That Is Wicked
Come forth and reveal your true divinitiy
Take us into your loving arms
Grace us with your hallowed celebrity
Bless us with spells and charms
Hexes that won't lead us into harms way
But most importantly
Along with all of the above
With all of your unconditional Love
Lead us astray
Let the choirboys have a turn at singing his name
PRAISE SATAN, PRAISE SATAN
DON'T YOU BE DISSIN HIM
DON'T BE HATIN
FOR YOU, HE'S AWAITIN, ANTICIPATIN
HE'S QUITE THE CATCH
THAT ANY FATHER WOULD WANT
HIS DAUGHTER TO BE DATIN
PRAISE SATAN, PRAISE HIM
Satan be praised
Amen
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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