Luyện nghe bài hát Autoapotheosis

"But see, amid the mimic
A shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes out
The solitude!
It writhes! - It writhes! - mortal pangs
The mimes its food,
And seraphs sob at fangs
In gore imbued.

Out - out are the - out all!
And, each quivering form,
The curtain, a pall,
Comes down the rush of a storm,
While the angels all 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 me in neverending concentric rings.
I am the of the universe.
I am COSMOS!!!

You think you don't have to me.
But your won't be of any use to you.
I'm flowing right through most secret thoughts.
I know your deepest and weaknesses.
I am the owner of your mind and of your fate.

I am the Divinity you've denied.
I am the and the Omega.
I was here before was created.
And still exist when you've vanished in the vortex
of eternity.

Eternity!!!

You stupid fuck believe in control and everything is obeying
your will.
But subject to a fatal fallacy.
acting the way I want you to.
You're my character in a play of and fears.
my Conqueror Worm!
You still believe I'm not there, at my existence,
denying me.
You're me!!!

Eternally!!!

Once upon a time I unlike you.
But I arisen and made myself a God.
The highest over your life, liege over your fate.
I transformed into a being to use you as an instrument
to out the entire human RACE!!!

* Edgar Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"