"But see, amid the rout A shape intrude! A blood-red thing that from out The solitude! It writhes! - It writhes! - mortal pangs The become its food, And seraphs sob at vermin 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 angels all and wan, Uprising, unveiling, That the is the tragedy "Man," And its the Conqueror 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 to worship me. But your vanity be of any use to you. I'm flowing through your most secret thoughts. I your deepest fears 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 before time was created. And I'll exist when you've vanished in the vortex of eternity.
Eternity!!!
You fuck believe you're in control and everything is obeying feeble will. But you're to a fatal fallacy. You're the way I want you to. my character in a play of hopes and fears. You're my Worm! You still I'm not there, laughing at my existence, still me. denying me!!!
Eternally!!!
Once upon a time I unlike you. But I have and made myself a God. The highest sovereign your life, liege over your fate. I transformed a celestial being to use you as an instrument to wipe out the entire RACE!!!
* Edgar Allan Poe: "The Worm"