Luyện nghe bài hát Autoapotheosis

"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 seraphs sob at vermin
In gore imbued.

Out - out are the - out all!
And, over each 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." *

Time and run through my astral veins.
Stars my orders.
Planets circulate me in neverending rings.
I am the of the universe.
I am COSMOS!!!

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

I am the you've always 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 to a fatal fallacy.
You're the way I want you to.
You're my in a play of hopes and fears.
my Conqueror Worm!
You still I'm not there, laughing 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 sovereign over life, liege over your fate.
I into a celestial being to use you as an instrument
to out the entire human RACE!!!

* Allan Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"