"Anton Szandor LaVey - The Satanic Bible" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaVey Anton Szandor)

the Righteous. The pulpit-pounders of the past have been free to define "good"
and "evil" as they see fit, and have gladly smashed into oblivion any who
disagree with their lies - both verbally and, at times, physically. Their talk
of "charity", when applied to His Infernal Majesty, becomes an empty sham - and
most unfairly, too, considering the obvious fact that without their Satanic foe
their very religions would collapse. How sad, that the allegorical personage
most responsible for the success of spiritual religions is shown the least
amount of charity and the most consistent abuse - and by those who most
unctuously preach the rules of fair play! For all the centuries of shouting-down
the Devil has received, he has never shouted back at his detractors. He has
remained the gentleman at all times, while those he supports rant and rave. He
has shown himself to be a model of deportment, but now he feels it is time to
shout back. He has decided it is finally time to receive his due. Now the
ponderous rule-books of hypocrisy are no longer needed. In order to relearn the
Law of the Jungle, a small, slim diatribe will do. Each verse is an inferno.
Each word is a tongue of fire. The flames of Hell burn fierce . . . and purify!
Read on and learn the Law.

THE BOOK OF SATAN

I

1. In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may
hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show
a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong! 2. Open your
eyes that you may see, Oh men of mildewed minds, and listen to me ye bewildered
millions! 3. For I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world; to
interrogate the "laws" of man and of "God"! 4. I request reason for your golden
rule and ask the why and wherefore of your ten commandments. 5. Before none of
your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence, and he who saith "thou shalt" to
me is my mortal foe! 6. I dip my forefinger in the watery blood of your
impotent mad redeemer, and write over his thorn-torn brow: The TRUE prince of
evil - the king of slaves! 7. No hoary falsehood shall be a truth to me; no
stifling dogma shall encramp my pen! 8. I break away from all conventions that
do not lead to my earthly success and happiness. 9. I raise up in stern
invasion the standard of the strong! 10. I gaze into the glassy eye of your
fearsome Jehovah, and pluck him by the beard; I uplift a broad-axe, and split
open his worm-eaten skull! 11. I blast out the ghastly contents of
philosophically whited sepulchers and laugh with sardonic wrath!

THE BOOK OF SATAN

II Behold the crucifix; what does it symbolize? Pallid incompetence hanging on a
tree. I question all things. As I stand before the festering and varnished
facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing
scorn: Lo and behold; all this is fraud! Gather around me, Oh! ye
death-defiant, and the earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold! Too
long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living thought! Too long
right and wrong, good and evil have been inverted by false prophets! No creed
must be accepted upon authority of a "divine" nature. Religions must be put to