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"But see, the mimic rout
A crawling intrude!
A thing that writhes from out
The solitude!
It writhes! - It writhes! - mortal pangs
The mimes its food,
And seraphs sob at fangs
In human imbued.

Out - out are the - out all!
And, over each form,
The curtain, a pall,
Comes down the rush of a storm,
While the angels all and wan,
Uprising, unveiling,
That the play is the "Man,"
And its the Conqueror Worm." *

Time and space run my astral veins.
obey my orders.
Planets me in neverending concentric rings.
I am the of the universe.
I am COSMOS!!!

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

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

Eternity!!!

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

Eternally!!!

upon a time I wasn't 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 out the entire human RACE!!!

* Allan Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"