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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 pangs
The become its food,
And seraphs sob at fangs
In human imbued.

Out - out are the - out all!
And, over each 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 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 through your most secret thoughts.
I your deepest fears 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 in the vortex
of eternity.

Eternity!!!

You stupid fuck believe you're in and everything is obeying
feeble will.
But you're subject to a 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 made a God.
The highest sovereign over your life, over your fate.
I transformed a celestial being to use you as an instrument
to out the entire human RACE!!!

* Edgar Allan Poe: "The Worm"