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Satan worship is the IN thing. This is the story
A SATANIC RITUAL
Dear George:
I just want you to know that since the ban on sacrificing animals for
religious purposes is now legal, most everybody is in celebration of this
new freedom.
Awhile back, my wife Nancy, along with the other ladies at their bridge
club, decided it would be a good idea to have a weekly round-robin Satan
worship. You know, go to a different house each week.
At our first meeting, Charlie, our neighbor, brought over a cage with
three chickens. Don't think the cage had ever been cleaned, adding an exciting
acrid, pungent stench to the atmosphere.
The alter was gayly decorated with bones, live salamanders, bats wings,
jars of blood and a big picture of Satan, pitchfork and all. Bright flames
in the fireplace cast flickering eerie shadows throughout the room.
Our hostess, my Aunt Bea, cordially greeted everyone and served a drink
called Devils Potion. We drank from brass glasses resembling crematory ash
urns. I must ask Aunt Bea where she found these, as I would like some for
myself and for gifts to others.
The potion started to work, intensifying and releasing our inhibited
primitive Satanic desires. Voo Doo music, an actual recording from a Jamaica
ritual, was supplied by member Rodney Silkworth who had obtained it while
doing anthropological and butterfly studies there.
The music became hypnotically intense.. All bodies now dancing, sweating
and wreathing with flailing arms and kicking legs. Amy Jones, the elementary
school teacher, was the first to really flip. She dropped her dress, pulled
off her bra, yanked down her panties, and danced bare-assed naked. This had a
domino effect on the others. Soon the room verberated with bare boobs, bushy
pussies, bare asses and pricks that flopped about or stood hard. Free form
chanting and the language of tongues added even more to this Satanic frenzy.
Edward Thomas, the school principal, had Mary Jane Smith, the librarian,
flat on the floor, porking the hell out of her. She was yelling, MORE, YOU
DEVIL! MORE!
Amidst this chaotic frenzie the chickens were taken from their cages,
grabbed by their necks and spun over head, feathers flying until their heads
tore loose, red chicken blood streaming from their headless bodies, heavily
splattering awaiting human skins.
Everyone was after blood. Fingers dipped and sucked. Hands wiping
blood on their own bodies and the bodies of others. Organs torn out and eaten
raw. Bloody bones along with feathers were collected to be taken home and
worshipped later, perhaps even made into brew.
.....There the usual seizures and vomiting, an accepted part of the worship.
When the ritual ended, all agreed they were hooked on the evil wickedness the
Devil provided. They all would certainly attend the next ritual and bring
friends..
In closing, I do want to say that Satanic rituals are fastly spreading
through all my surrounding suburbias as well as the business world. Since I
work in executive offices, I discovered our presidents' penthouse office now
exhibits a cats femur and rat bones on a shelf behind his desk. Even our
school bus has a small skull dangling from its windshield. And, a lot of my
neighbors are adding 666 to the bottom of their nameplates.
This new trend is invigorating, stimulating and mentally rewarding with
more and more people joining all of the time. It might become as popular as
baseball.
The only concerned people I find who condem this trend are the
fundalmentalists who, if they truly believe what I have written above is fact,
should go soak their heads. --- :-)
Sincerely,
Geoffrey
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