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"But see, the mimic rout
A shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that from out
The solitude!
It writhes! - It writhes! - with mortal
The become its food,
And sob at vermin fangs
In gore imbued.

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

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

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

Eternity!!!

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

Eternally!!!

Once a time I wasn't unlike you.
But I have arisen and myself a God.
The highest sovereign over your life, liege your fate.
I transformed into a celestial being to use you as an
to wipe out the entire RACE!!!

* Edgar Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"