"But see, amid the mimic A shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes out The solitude! It writhes! - It writhes! - with mortal The mimes its food, And sob at vermin fangs In human imbued.
Out - out are the - out all! And, each quivering form, The curtain, a pall, Comes down with the of a storm, While the angels all and wan, Uprising, unveiling, That the play is the "Man," And its hero the Worm." *
Time and run through my astral veins. obey 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 vanity 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 mind and ruler of your fate.
I am the you've always denied. I am the and the Omega. I was before 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 you're to a fatal fallacy. You're acting the way I you to. my character 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!!!
Once upon a time I wasn't you. But I arisen and made myself a God. The highest sovereign over your life, liege over fate. I into a celestial being to use you as an instrument to wipe out the entire RACE!!!
* Edgar Allan "The Conqueror Worm"