I’m not the Antichrist. I fought with Satan again, and won this. Rather, the Lord won this. The Lord took the lowest note. Satan tried to go lower, but there was none. Satan said he took the highest note, but the Lord said that there was higher, and took the highest note. And I said, “If the Lord has my beginning and my end, what place is there for you, Satan?” And then the Devil tried to get familiar, utilizing the raw inmost of where my soul has stored all the paranoia that I was the Cursed One. But the Archangel Michael was there to help me. And I said, “If it were just me against you, I would be doomed, but the One who calls me is faithful, and He will do it.” And then I held on, as Satan railed against the Lord, who was with me. But the Devil could not prevail, and in the end, I was finally free of that curse.
