The Antichrist

I saw you in a distant vision.

From a prison of doubt, and disposition.

I saw you struggle with your restraints.

Your ball, and chain of endless bane.

I heard you cry for death to come.

Yet your punishment is far from over.

Your bellowing calls don not disturb me.

They warn me of your deceptions.

For you are the Antichrist, and I a man.

For your are the bringer of the damned.