The voice to skull, a ceaseless chant/
Echoes rise, but I shan't recant/
Technology presses, it tries to control/
Yet my psychic mind remains whole/
They yield body possession, twisting form/
Emotion manipulation, their raging storm/
But through astral wars, where shadows creep/
Unyielding, undefeated, my soul does leap/
Assassins strike, yet I defy/
Surviving wounds beneath the sky/
They call me the Antichrist/
A beast rising strong/
Commanding the world/
In battles endless, they call me/
The Beast that rose from the West/
My psychic mind, a fortress vast/
A war eternal, the dice is cast/
You look at me with a lot of disgust/
But, you really don't see me/
You don't see the power in me/
You are not aware of my divinity/
You think you are smart/
But if you knew what I hold inside/
If you knew what I really am/
You would scream, scream, scream/
Call him the son of the devil
To wear the mask of a rebel
A star to rise above the rest
One day to arise as the best
The man of sin and his level
Call him the son of the devil
A fallen angel clips its wings
For a lusting of bitter things
The falling away can't be far
By a sign of the Morningstar
Call him the son of the devil
To dig a grave with a shovel
On everybody's passing bell
Just be ready to burn in hell
As he arrives they'll tremble
Call him the son of the devil
With Temptations
Is redemptions
Here be within fear courage
With the weakness
Is strength
I sense tomorrow one last war
Lingering on Sorrows just before the evil man praises
And follows followers
The evil politician he's of the storm unnatural
To take of Life
the Antichrist
Variances strife
For shaking from life
Hatred killing mankind
and all of this looking on as we rebuke yon Antichrist
11/4/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
In San Francisco, he started his crusade
to teach the word of God and all good He made.
His followers, even though penurious,
gave him all they had; they were oblivious.
He taught them how to atone for sins and pray.
To a much better life, Jones would show the way.
To South America, they followed Jim down.
In the thick hot jungle, they built their Jonestown.
Soon, there was no love, peace, and no sanctity.
Instead, there was pain, deceit, and cruelty.
A California congressman arrived there
to alleviate the relatives’ despair.
However, his findings would not be revealed.
He and his party met their deaths on the field.
Jones tested his children’s loyalty later.
By drinking poison, they met their Creator
Ubiquitous death with not a single sound;
over nine hundred lifeless bodies were found!
He was once a shepherd purveying God’s grace,
leading most of his flock to death and disgrace.
On the day I was born a band of demons rejoiced in hell.
Under Satan's spell, I grew into a man with an empty shell.
Darkness still hangs over me like a stormy black cloud.
I thrive on violence, and silence can often be so loud!
I enjoy the smell of decomposed skin, and the taste of afterbirth!
My energy is fueled by my sin and I've come to terrorize earth!
Many angelic beings have tried to put an end, an end to my demonic crime.
My foes can't seem to comprehend how I travel back through time.
I've worn the crown of destruction, and I continue to conquer the lands.
Without bloodshed I can't function, so I need blood to drip from my hands!
I bathe in hell's flames, and bargain for souls by fulfilling peoples fantasies.
I am called many names, but Antichrist is what the Bible has labeled me!
Soon I'll unite the world's governments, and put my face on all currency.
The mass media will be my instruments, and I'll have the world fooled to believe in
me!
I'll have all people under my control, and flood the world with sex and drugs like
cancer.
I'm determined to win every soul, for that is my goal, and I'll hold all the answers!!
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