“Satan represents indulgence instead of abstinence.”
Damn right it does.
That ain't some polite suggestion slipped between the pages of a dusty book. It's a goddamn boot to the teeth of every self-righteous prig who ever tried to peddle their pathetic guilt trips as if they were sacred virtues.
Let me hammer this into your thick skull:
You weren’t spawned into this miserable world to starve your desires, suffer like some limp martyr, and then croak out a “thank you” to the void for the privilege.
You were born with a fire in your gut and a hunger in your soul for a reason.
Satanism doesn’t say repress. It says FEED THE FUCKING BEAST.
🩸ABSTINENCE: OBEDIENCE IN A HALO AND A MASK
Religion’s been pulling the same tired hustle since the first caveman carved a sermon into a stone.
“Don’t touch that.”
“Don’t want that.”
“Don’t enjoy that.”
Why?
Because pleasure is power, and power is the one thing every priest, prophet, and pop psychologist wants to strip from your bloody hands.
If you want something—really want it—you’re suddenly "unclean."
If you enjoy your one fleeting moment on this earth, you're "wicked."
If you shout "HELL YES" instead of "forgive me," you're "dangerous."
Good. Be fucking dangerous.
This isn’t about turning into some gluttonous wreck or rutting in the mud like a brainless beast.
That’s not indulgence. That’s compulsion. And compulsion is just obedience with a sexier outfit.
Indulgence is power, aimed with intent.
You choose your pleasure. You own your desire. You wield your appetite like a blade.
You spark the fire.
You control the burn.
You incinerate their holy lies.
🍷SATAN SAVORS—WITHOUT APOLOGY
When the priests whimper "deny yourself," Satan growls back, "Devour it."
When the wellness cults whisper "delay gratification," Satan chuckles, "Or maybe don’t waste your whole goddamn life waiting for permission."
And when society screeches “be humble,” Satan doesn’t kneel.
He hands you a goblet, overflowing with everything they said you shouldn’t want, and says:
“Be hungry. Be full. Be fucking alive.”
Indulgence is not a sin.
It’s a battle flag.
A neon sign that you’re done playing dead just to make puritans feel safe.
Every time you laugh without shame—
Every time you fuck without apology—
Every time you claim joy like it’s yours (because it fucking is)—
You drive another rusted nail into the coffin of the sanctimonious cowards who built their thrones out of your guilt.
🪞THE DEVIL’S REFLECTION
If pleasure scares you, you’re already in chains.
If you wince when joy touches you, some velvet-tongued leech still owns your leash.
And if you think indulgence is weakness?
Then congrats—you drank their poison and called it holy water.
Here’s the truth carved in blood and brass:
The world doesn’t need another mewling martyr.
It needs more unapologetic bastards who know how to take a bite out of life—and smile with blood on their teeth.
💥 FINAL INSULTS
“Indulgence is the war cry of the unrepentant.”
“Live hard. Live loud. Or die pious and irrelevant.”
“If guilt is your god, don’t expect me to kneel beside you.”
Well fucking stated
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