Part II

 It was then...
In the fires of my death, I experienced a profound, and booming response
The voice too understanding a sound to be of the devil or demons absconce
          
  " Go forth my son, fulfill my bidding, reborn with holy spirit
 Take this blade, truths, and the knowledge demons fear it
 Hidden under hate and human evils, godlike knowledge and purpose
 These blessings remain unseen, appearing human on the surface
  You will be my hands and my voice in the defeat of all evil
  Not demons, nor Satan worthily stand as your equal
 Humanly access to hell, with the mental capacity of a god
 Reborn a literary machinist one man holy firing squad"

Intercepted by gods, before my predestined trip to hell
They instilled in me their powers, nothing demons could foretell
Bewildered by this task...joining heaven and hells fight,
I asked why i was chosen, if he was sure he was right
He responded that he saw in me, a soul much like his own
At the completion of this journey, a soul he assured to atone
Angels and gods granted no access, beyond hells black pearly gate
I am their hope, holy hidden, under mans own hell driven fate
Not a messiah or profit, just a blessed sinner on a quest...
                            
Gods bidding in hell...destroy the brood in their nest.