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A Poetry Collection by The Christian Satanist

Your Weird, Your Wounds, Your Why

Where ego burns and truth begins

Written by Les Smith

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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, these poems speak to 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.
This is poetry for those learning how to survive themselves.

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Sample 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

Active duty US Navy. VFA-115 Eagles. F/A-18E Super Hornets. Operations Southern Watch, Enduring Freedom, Iraqi Freedom. He stopped counting ordinance somewhere past 500,000 pounds.

Then twenty years in the dark. Not curiosity — a fully inhabited life on the other side of the light. The tattoos on his body are the evidence: a pentagram back piece, a Baphomet arm piece, a Celtic cross with numerology running down his leg.

Then Matthew 7:7. Ask, and it shall be given you. He asked inward. He found something he didn't expect. He does not fear now.

Les Smith back tattoo
Les Smith arm tattoo
"Now my scars are my sermon, my blood is my hymn. I don't whisper my faith, I shout it to them. Cerberus walks with me, hell's gates obey, Christ holds the leash, the beast bows, and we pray."

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Five poems from the collection

68 pages. Five movements. Every one of these opens a door.

The Mirror Doesn't Lie
"You've been rearranging the furniture
in a house you know is on fire."
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Blood of the Beautiful Stupid
"Our wounds are proof of contact.
We were here."
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The Thinker Thought
"The thinker thought
before he forgot
that thought itself
was a cage with windows."
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What I Offer
"I am not a savior.
I am a scar with a voice."
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Kaleidoscope Gospel
"I smiled at the dark
and the dark smiled back
like it had been waiting."
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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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