Luyện nghe bài hát Autoapotheosis

"But see, the mimic 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, each quivering form,
The curtain, a pall,
Comes down with the of a storm,
While the all pallid 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 neverending rings.
I am the of the universe.
I am COSMOS!!!

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

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

Eternity!!!

You stupid fuck believe you're in control and is obeying
feeble will.
But you're subject to a fallacy.
You're the way I want you to.
You're my 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 wasn't 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!!!

* Allan Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"