Darker Light 🕯️

It was the black soil that taught my soul how to bloom

A poem about finding light in the darkness

by The Christian Satanist

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Not all healing is gentle. Some truths arrive like fire. This collection journeys through the shadowed terrain of identity, grief, spiritual tension, ego, and inner awakening — written with raw honesty and lyrical force for the ones who have wrestled with darkness, questioned everything, and still found themselves reaching for light.

For the seeker, the outsider, the bruised soul, the watcher,
the believer, the skeptic.
Poetry for those learning how to survive themselves.

From the Pages

Three poems from the collection

Poem I

The Mirror Doesn't Lie

                    You wanted the version of yourself
                    that never bled in public,
                    that smiled through sermons
                    and swallowed every scream.
                    
                    But the mirror doesn't lie.
                    It shows the fracture
                    where the light gets in —
                    and the darkness gets out.
                    
                    You are not broken.
                    You are being remade
                    by everything you survived.
                

— from the collection

Poem II

Blood of the Beautiful Stupid

                    We built temples out of ego
                    and called it ambition.
                    We burned every bridge with a grin
                    and called it independence.
                    
                    The blood of the beautiful stupid
                    runs through every one of us —
                    the ones who loved too hard,
                    who believed too easily,
                    who gave ourselves away
                    before we knew our own name.
                

— from the collection

Poem III

For the Ones Who Found God in the Fracture

                    You didn't find faith in a cathedral.
                    You found it on a bathroom floor at 3am,
                    whispering to something you weren't sure existed,
                    asking it to let you stay.
                    
                    That prayer was more holy
                    than anything spoken from a pulpit.
                    Because it came from the place
                    where pretending finally stopped.
                

— from the collection

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The Christian Satanist

Les Smith • Vincennes, Indiana

@unfilteredsaintg7

A multidisciplinary artist, poet, photographer, and visual storyteller whose work explores the sacred tension between darkness and light, ego and spirit, collapse and becoming.

Through poetry and image, he creates art that asks people not just to look, but to feel. He writes from the collision between darkness and revelation — for seekers, skeptics, bruised souls, and anyone who has seen both heaven and ruin in the same mirror.

I create poetry for people who feel too deep for shallow language.

"I write from the place where pretending stops. That's where the real poems live."

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Poetry that doesn’t ask for permission

Not all healing is gentle. Some truths arrive like fire.

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