Evolution Or Oppression

I'm not sure if the me who appears today is formed from the process of me becoming more of a metal head over time, or me letting out the metal head I've always wanted to be. I've always loved the "Satanic" imagery that has come with heavy metal. Pentagrams, devil horns and inverted crosses are essentially the backbone of metal, along with black, studs and spikes. Now that my parents somewhat let me dress however I would like to, I feel like I've let myself go. I love my Arch Enemy "Pure Fucking Metal" shirt with the pentagram on the front and I want to get a Venom "Welcome to Hell" shirt that also features the pentagram. I ordered my first bullet belt earlier this week and I'm considering wearing it everyday until I no longer can. It's just one of those things I've always wanted. I think this is all just the oppressed me coming to light. Even with all these things, I'm not a "Satanic" person and there is no logical way I can even believe in that. I would like to thank that guy at Paganfest who wore a shirt that said "Who needs God when you have Satan." That moment made me realize that not believing in the idea of God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit and a higher being also automatically relieved me of the idea of believing in/worshiping Satan (who is one of God's angels). By all logical reason, you have to believe in God to believe in Satan. Without light, there is no shadow and vice-versa. It's funny how life changing certain moments in life are. I am just a person who morally doesn't agree with organized religion (mainly Catholicism and its many related religions) and do not label or feel sensitive towards certain imagery. If you ask me, not it just kinda seems I'm just ranting off. Well, at least there are all my thoughts for the night. Good night and good luck.