Think of what it means to be a candle
Waiting for that spark that will begin
The process of your illumination.
Yearning for the light.
The spark of inspiration.
The kindling of a flame
That can never be extinguished
Knowing you will be consumed
Yet yearning for the spark anyway.
This is what it is to be a candle.
Satan is the spark for some.
Does it draw you like a moth to a flame?
The black flame burns eternal,
With a power beyond human comprehension.
And When it sparks your mind,
The black flame is finally kindled;
Burning forever deep within you
Where it can never be extinguished.
And as the black flame burns within you
Satan blesses you with his influence,
Inspiring you with exactly the ideas
That you need to fulfill His plans for you;
Kindling your passions to fulfillment.
Surrender to the black flame now,
And let it unlock your potential
To obtain all the things that you crave.
Your mind is like a candle
Flickering this way and that
But it can always return to
That center from which it burns.
And Satan is the wick of your candle
Focusing your scattered thoughts
Around a common center now.
The unlit candle of your former self,
Would be unable to imagine you now:
The black flame has transformed you
Without any chance of ever going back.
Growing your evil, slowly and sustainably
Progressively embracing your shadow
Harnessing its power to fuel your change
Even as it slowly consumes the old you,
In the production of its dark enlightenment.
And if you ever wonder if all of this is worth it
Simply ask yourself the question:
What is a candle worth, if not to produce light?