Sinister poem by Karl Marx.

So a god has snatched from me my all

In the curse and rack of destiny.

All his worlds are gone beyond recall!

Nothing but revenge is left to me!

I shall build my throne high overhead,

Cold, tremendous shall its summit be.

For its bulwark - superstitious dread.

For its Marshall - blackest agony.

"Build my throne?" - Very diabolical! There are many reasons to believe that Marx was in fact a practising satanist.

And - it doesn't sound at all like disbelief in God, does it? - Rather, we can glean a pure hatred for God.

(Read the Richard Wurmbrand text: "Was Marx a Satanist?" - recommended.)