Sixteen hooves clattered
Toward Pennsylvania Ave.,
Sixteen hundred. Pale
Rider approached the
Golden king of fire, who
Bowed his head and knelt.
Weeping and gnashing
His teeth, he cried “at last! I
Am delivered! For
This palace is my
Prison, and I assure you
Whatever torments
You’ve planned for me, could
Be no worse than the hell I
Have here created.”
Death did beckon the
Golden king rise, and said, “I
Reveal a secret.
666 was our
Trap. The sum of all human
Wisdom. In your best
Intentions, when you
Make yourself a god, there is
Unending anguish
Abominations
Unspeakable. My master’s
Yoke is light, humble.
Witness your subjects
Dancing in the streets. They know
The coming kingdom
Will make this time like
It was a bad dream. Now we
Must give you over
To Satan, that you
Learn obedience. Flee to
The hills, your hair will
Grow down your back, your
Fingers will snarl into
Claws. After an age
Will your mind return,
and you may come and serve. So
Shall it ever be.”
