Dark Messenger

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 I, 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!"