There is in the Christian the eternal belief that, in a room full of “lunatics going straightway to Hell,” the Christian is the only “sane” one. The fire alarm making the entire conversation unbearable to all in it. Christian “witnesses” ring the fire- alarm- dinner- bell to feed fire- and- brimstone “love feasts.” They speak of the Glory of thier “King of kings” whose blood of “Sodom and Egypt” they drink from “the vine of Sodom” in the “fields” of Gomorrah.
The voluntarily zombified “Body of Christ” is aptly characterized in their “word of God” as the church, economy, and damnation described in Revelation 13. This is the finger pointing directly at the Christian as the “curse” the Christian is eternally “saving” us all from in “bringing in the sheaves,” harvesting itself from the “field”: the world: as the “Body of Christ.”
The Satanist maxim, “Do as thou wilt.” seems the only sensible answer to such. Why not “count the number of the” Christian (666) unto him: not only in Spirit; but with ink? Why not print it on as “a Sign upon [their] hand;” Mark(ed) as “‘frontlets between [their] eyes,’” …and avoid them?” Naked and dead, obviously they are, if they can't have a conversation with anyone but themselves.
Hail Satan.
