Night's engorged corpse's maw spews forth
Sudden rider's dread appearance
As its steed's terror arch and pitch
Overwhelms with stench of sulfur,
In voices deep & black as death,
As if from ev'ry host and storm,
Resound in ancient glory raised,
'Tis he, the rider, back from Time:
"Beware, it will be ever known
That I am Devil, Satan's own,
Of Lucifer's originals.
“Of those who fell to follow him
And pass it on to souls like you,
That his is Truth, the Way, the Life
Fore'er in death and well beyond.
“That I, his Messenger elect,
Am but the only one who comes,
Not what was told would be the Christ.
“To bring the news: you are the one
With billions more who join me now,
And others who are me as well,
To be the Coming. IT IS HERE!
“For this in time won't be eclipsed,
Because our black Lord trumped your god!
Come now, bow low, you must be quick.
Eternity of work awaits...
“And there'll be no more rest for you!"