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I Met A Satanist

By M. Jay Mansfield

I met a satanist just the other day...

we growled at each other and we said..

I don't believe in your god...

he can't show the way...

we danced around our knives...

and we smiled a knowing smile....

we faced each other and we plainly denied...

YOU

....we said...

YOU...

how can you believe...

and we laughed...

and dropped the blades...

and I said Hey come see....

he sat in my house...

we ate and watched TV...

when he left I knew for sure...

he was just like me.....

I called to him as he left..

your god, he's not real....

He laughed at me...

and said I know your's isn't.......

be thankful that at least there's WE.  

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