"But see, the mimic rout A crawling intrude! A blood-red thing that from out The solitude! It writhes! - It writhes! - with mortal The mimes its food, And sob at vermin fangs In human imbued.
Out - out are the - out all! And, each quivering form, The curtain, a pall, down with the rush of a storm, While the all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, That the play is the "Man," And its hero the Worm." *
and space run through my astral veins. Stars my orders. Planets circulate me in neverending rings. I am the of the universe. I am COSMOS!!!
You think you don't to worship me. But your vanity be of any use to you. I'm flowing right through most secret thoughts. I know your deepest and weaknesses. I am the of your mind and ruler of your fate.
I am the Divinity always denied. I am the and the Omega. I was here before was created. And I'll still exist you've vanished in the vortex of eternity.
Eternity!!!
You stupid fuck believe you're in and everything is obeying your will. But you're subject to a fallacy. You're acting the way I you to. You're my character in a of hopes and fears. my Conqueror Worm! You believe I'm not there, laughing at my existence, denying me. You're me!!!
Eternally!!!
Once upon a time I unlike you. But I have arisen and myself a God. The highest sovereign your life, liege over your fate. I transformed into a celestial to use you as an instrument to wipe out the entire RACE!!!
* Edgar Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"