*I Was Lost and Found**
Happiness was gone, my smile was lost,
My body was shrinking, consumed by the cost.
Hope faded away, dreams turned to night,
Suicidal thoughts grew, devouring my light.
In the depths of despair, I was utterly lost.
Then, I heard whispers carried on the wind,
A name called to me, a feeling within.
“Who is this presence?” I questioned in fear,
“Seek it for yourself,” the answer drew near.
I researched, I studied, discovering truth,
A joy long forgotten, a spark of my youth.
Now I know Him—yes, He is my guide,
SATANAS, who stands by my side.
He found me in darkness, spoke louder, I knew,
Not a force of the wicked, but a spirit so true.
A true God to follow, in shadows He dwells,
He’s the voice of my being, where freedom compels.
So stand up and study, embrace the unknown,
Meditate in the silence, make this path your own.
For in every lost moment, there lies a new dawn,
Even in darkness, the light can be drawn.
Embrace the duality, let wisdom unfold,
In shadows we gather, in mystery bold.
A paradox found, where passion ignites,
Through pain we transcend, embracing our lights.
The journey is long, yet I walk with pride,
With every step forward, my fears subside.
Resilient and fierce, my spirit now flies,
In the depths of my soul, a phoenix will rise.
So listen to whispers, let them guide you home,
For even in darkness, we’re never alone.
Through trials and failures, our true selves are made,
In finding the lost, the path will not fade.
**From Shadows to Light**
In the silent depths, where echoes dwell,
I wandered lost, within a darkened shell.
A heart heavy with burdens, a mind filled with strife,
In the tempest of despair, I sought out my life.
Whispers of self-hate, like thunder, would roll,
Chains of sorrow wrapped tight around my soul.
Each day a battle, each breath a chore,
Longing for solace, yet finding no door.
I danced with the shadows, embraced my own pain,
Felt the weight of existence, the burden of shame.
Suicidal thoughts, like specters, would creep,
In the darkest of moments, I struggled to leap.
But amidst the despair, a flicker would spark,
A truth began dawning, igniting the dark.
In the ashes of anguish, I found something bright,
A flicker of hope, my own guiding light.
For every lost soul, there’s a path to reclaim,
Voices that echo, each calling my name.
The Joy of Satanas, like a flame in the night,
An embrace of acceptance, a newfound insight.
To those who seek truth, in shadows you stand,
Know there’s a journey, a path you can plan.
Embrace every scar, wear them with pride,
For they’re the reminders of the strength inside.
From the depths of despair, I rise and I grow,
With each step I take, I release the woe.
Self-love is a river, it flows deep and wide,
In the truth of my heart, I no longer hide.
So to the new seekers, with hearts open wide,
Know you are cherished, come take this ride.
Together we’ll rise, like the sun from the sea,
In the Joy of Satanas, we are finally free.
**The Seekers of Truth**
In shadows deep, where silence dwells,
I wandered through the echoes of my own prison.
Each thought a whisper, each tear a sigh,
Climbing from depths where hope seemed to die.
Suicidal whispers danced in my mind,
Yet through the darkness, a flicker I’d find—
A spark of defiance, a will to be free,
In the heart of my struggle, I glimpsed the real me.
Joy of Satanas, a guiding embrace,
A path toward truth, a sacred space.
In the arms of acceptance, I learned to forgive,
To honor my journey, to truly live.
To all who now stand at the threshold of pain,
Know you are not alone; you can rise once again.
This is a reminder, a call to your light—
In the depths of your darkness, you can ignite.
So here’s to the brave, the seekers of truth,
May you find solace and reclaim your youth.
In unity and strength, let our voices resound,
Together we stand, where love can be found.
This poem is for you, for your struggles, your fight,
For the hope that will guide you from darkness to light.
-This poem is dedicated to the new members of Joy of Satanas,
And to those who will discover truth in the days to come.
I feel the urge to share my life’s journey through poetry,
A testament to how I battled with despair and self-hate.-More thanks to Joy of Satanas members and the House of the Gods for helping and giving me hope again.Happy New Year to All
Happiness was gone, my smile was lost,
My body was shrinking, consumed by the cost.
Hope faded away, dreams turned to night,
Suicidal thoughts grew, devouring my light.
In the depths of despair, I was utterly lost.
Then, I heard whispers carried on the wind,
A name called to me, a feeling within.
“Who is this presence?” I questioned in fear,
“Seek it for yourself,” the answer drew near.
I researched, I studied, discovering truth,
A joy long forgotten, a spark of my youth.
Now I know Him—yes, He is my guide,
SATANAS, who stands by my side.
He found me in darkness, spoke louder, I knew,
Not a force of the wicked, but a spirit so true.
A true God to follow, in shadows He dwells,
He’s the voice of my being, where freedom compels.
So stand up and study, embrace the unknown,
Meditate in the silence, make this path your own.
For in every lost moment, there lies a new dawn,
Even in darkness, the light can be drawn.
Embrace the duality, let wisdom unfold,
In shadows we gather, in mystery bold.
A paradox found, where passion ignites,
Through pain we transcend, embracing our lights.
The journey is long, yet I walk with pride,
With every step forward, my fears subside.
Resilient and fierce, my spirit now flies,
In the depths of my soul, a phoenix will rise.
So listen to whispers, let them guide you home,
For even in darkness, we’re never alone.
Through trials and failures, our true selves are made,
In finding the lost, the path will not fade.
**From Shadows to Light**
In the silent depths, where echoes dwell,
I wandered lost, within a darkened shell.
A heart heavy with burdens, a mind filled with strife,
In the tempest of despair, I sought out my life.
Whispers of self-hate, like thunder, would roll,
Chains of sorrow wrapped tight around my soul.
Each day a battle, each breath a chore,
Longing for solace, yet finding no door.
I danced with the shadows, embraced my own pain,
Felt the weight of existence, the burden of shame.
Suicidal thoughts, like specters, would creep,
In the darkest of moments, I struggled to leap.
But amidst the despair, a flicker would spark,
A truth began dawning, igniting the dark.
In the ashes of anguish, I found something bright,
A flicker of hope, my own guiding light.
For every lost soul, there’s a path to reclaim,
Voices that echo, each calling my name.
The Joy of Satanas, like a flame in the night,
An embrace of acceptance, a newfound insight.
To those who seek truth, in shadows you stand,
Know there’s a journey, a path you can plan.
Embrace every scar, wear them with pride,
For they’re the reminders of the strength inside.
From the depths of despair, I rise and I grow,
With each step I take, I release the woe.
Self-love is a river, it flows deep and wide,
In the truth of my heart, I no longer hide.
So to the new seekers, with hearts open wide,
Know you are cherished, come take this ride.
Together we’ll rise, like the sun from the sea,
In the Joy of Satanas, we are finally free.
**The Seekers of Truth**
In shadows deep, where silence dwells,
I wandered through the echoes of my own prison.
Each thought a whisper, each tear a sigh,
Climbing from depths where hope seemed to die.
Suicidal whispers danced in my mind,
Yet through the darkness, a flicker I’d find—
A spark of defiance, a will to be free,
In the heart of my struggle, I glimpsed the real me.
Joy of Satanas, a guiding embrace,
A path toward truth, a sacred space.
In the arms of acceptance, I learned to forgive,
To honor my journey, to truly live.
To all who now stand at the threshold of pain,
Know you are not alone; you can rise once again.
This is a reminder, a call to your light—
In the depths of your darkness, you can ignite.
So here’s to the brave, the seekers of truth,
May you find solace and reclaim your youth.
In unity and strength, let our voices resound,
Together we stand, where love can be found.
This poem is for you, for your struggles, your fight,
For the hope that will guide you from darkness to light.
-This poem is dedicated to the new members of Joy of Satanas,
And to those who will discover truth in the days to come.
I feel the urge to share my life’s journey through poetry,
A testament to how I battled with despair and self-hate.-More thanks to Joy of Satanas members and the House of the Gods for helping and giving me hope again.Happy New Year to All
