Luyện nghe bài hát Autoapotheosis

"But see, amid the rout
A shape intrude!
A blood-red that writhes from out
The solitude!
It writhes! - It writhes! - with pangs
The become its food,
And seraphs sob at 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.
circulate me in neverending concentric rings.
I am the of the universe.
I am COSMOS!!!

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

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

Eternity!!!

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

Eternally!!!

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

* Edgar Allan Poe: "The Worm"