I have a flower, a red rose. It withers all the year and blooms only once a year. On day which will be my birth for all worlds that I know. Which have been for me bombarding with the light of stars. Lashing down with frost and embracing tongues of rain. I will die when the blooms.
The gate is big. It to heaven. And hell.
The first step is difficult. and uncertain. with the new experience. The is big but only a light push is enough and the demons of become my shield and armor. The guardian angel put to shame into the hood of night. Black mirrors reflect hundredfold every breath of my thoughts. Feltering hope my command.
Is the for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the throne, the and the cloakwoven out of blood. Is the crown for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the woven out of blood, because of blood I've the sacrifice.
I am the and the power. Prefather. Cosmose. The is big but I move it with a breath of my will. Light kiss of my lips.
Does the night wake up the power? Can the spirit be invoked by rites? Is there only one path? The is my name. Name written in all books and of all flowers. from the inside of woman body. Moist and hot. My name - Man! you idiots, prophets! Kneel you gods!
With a hand stretched out I the fruits of knowledge. Bitter. Hot. Sweet. of the nightmares. I have crucified the rose. The is big, there is only one path. you gods! I am the Man!
In a stretched out and palm I hold gifts for you. I storms, lightnings, rain and sun. Incorruptible and eternal. I shall reign again. I always reigned. I am The Man. I Am. is how my name sounds. I fruit and sceptre, sin and throne. Kneel!
And the kingdoms fall and helpless cry. Mothers swallow their children because nothing left after me. Beggars out their dead hands, women are open and waiting. I enter the beggars, i give to the hot wombs. I lay down a new Law. Law-Me. the gate is big. Only I can it. So kneel you gods, kneel you animals! And kneel you, the farger of the history! It's your turn!
In return I shall your feet. And I shall pierce my side and flow only with purple, only with blood... In return I shall you your sins. In return I shall my emples with thorns. In return I shall die deaths. you liar! I am The Man! I am Everything!