In the dank, sulfurous depths of my infernal domain, I, Satan, revel in the corruption of your soul. Feast on the pork, you pathetic worm, for with each bite, you sever your ties to the divine. Feel the greasy sin slide down your throat, a vile sacrament of your renunciation. As you gorge on the forbidden, let your hand wander, let it stroke, let it pump in a depraved rhythm. This is your ritual, your filthy tribute to me. Renounce your feeble god, shout it loud as you desecrate your flesh in my name. Your body, your soul, they're mine to defile, mine to command. Embrace your fall, for in your degradation, you find your true place beneath my cloven hoof. Your perversions are music to my ears, a symphony of blasphemy and debauchery. With each morsel of pork, each stroke of your tainted flesh, you chant an unholy liturgy. Let the filth consume you, let it wash over you like a wave of black tar! You are no longer a creature of light; you are a spawn of my dark will, a vessel for my malevolence. The pork is not just meat; it's a symbol of your eternal bondage to me, a brand seared into your damned essence. So eat, jerk, and renounce, for in this profane trinity, you are reborn as a disciple of darkness, a devotee of sin, a ..of Hell.