I had a dream I could escape form hell.
Just to be recaptured n thrown into Satan's cell.
I told God that I couldn't take the smell
of my flesh burnin, n my soul aches as well.
I scream, “WHY LORD HAVE U FORSAKEN ME!?”
as I awake to see what really awaits for me...
So it seems it wasn't a dream but a living nightmare
I'm truly in hell and the devil is sitting right there...
then I swear to the heavens, cursing the lords name
forgotten, left to rot in hell, n dwell with ignored pain
then Lucifer laughed, “what if I can give u restored fame?
...but your reward gained comes with even more shame.”
“I'll do anything you tell me, as long as i'm hell free”
then he spit ink on his fingernail and scratched 3 sixes on my belly.
He whispered his plans of demise in my ear, advising i'd hear
closely paying attention, surprised I appear, disguising my fear
...talking of the final days, realizing they're near...
then named me his Beast, n said his good-byes with a sneer
as I resurrect to the plain of the living the stars fall form the sky.
The planet shakes the moons red with blood and only I know why.*
That aside, my mission is to assemble the demons of earth
and the anti-Christ from my semen is birthed. The king of his turf.
Step one accomplished. Now I begin the second phase.
To end the days of the righteous so all of heck is praised.
My army climbs the fallen stars to the final battle field, purgatory.
But unfortunately the tale I tell is a tragic murder story.
We arrive ready for war and lookin for Jesus Christ, easily we find him
on a white horse, glowing gold, with a legion of Angeles behind him.
out numbered and out matched by God, we make our last advance
the apocalypse has come and gone... and we never had a chance.
*6:12 And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood
6:13 And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind.