"But see, amid the rout A shape intrude! A blood-red thing that from out The solitude! It writhes! - It writhes! - with pangs The become its food, And sob at vermin fangs In human imbued.
Out - out are the - out all! And, over quivering form, The curtain, a pall, down with 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 run through 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 right 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 before time was created. And I'll still exist when you've in the vortex of eternity.
Eternity!!!
You stupid fuck believe in control and everything is obeying feeble will. But subject to a fatal fallacy. acting 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. You're me!!!
Eternally!!!
Once a time I wasn't unlike you. But I arisen and made myself a God. The highest sovereign over your life, over your fate. I transformed into a celestial being to use you as an to wipe out the human RACE!!!
* Allan Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"