It’s the end, People scream.

It is the end.

Their screams will not fade.

The false Messiah will do all he can,

In attempts to mimic Him. His son, Aaron, will die serving him,

The first demon to taste mortality

And the first demon to taste the pains of Hell.

If Satan can seduce his own son into dying,

Why call him the Lamb?

Break out of your communal confusion,

Stay towards those that do not make you question, “What am I doing?”

Remain with those who cause you to move with willing independence

The antichrist will cast so many to Hell

In the end days his lies will be a comfort.

There is no second Rapture.

Believe this and perish in Hell.

Open your eyes and ask to be disconnected.

No longer tethered to the world’s programming.

The signal must be broken.

Or besides a few, are you all asleep?