"But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out

The scenic solitude!
It writhes! - It writhes! - with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,

And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.


Out - out are the lights - out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,

Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm

That the play is the tragedy "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm." *


Time and space run through my astral veins.
Stars obey my orders.
Planets circulate me in neverending concentric rings.

I am the center of the universe.
I am COSMOS!!!


You think you don't have to worship me.
But your vanity won't be of any use to you.
I'm flowing right through your most secret thoughts.

I know your deepest fears and weaknesses.
I am the owner of your mind and ruler of your fate.


I am the Divinity you've always denied.
I am the Alpha and the Omega.
I was here before time was created.

And I'll still exist when you've vanished in the vortex
of eternity.


Eternity!!!

You stupid $#&@ believe you're in control and everything is obeying

your feeble will.
But you're subject to a fatal fallacy.
You're acting the way I want you to.

You're my character in a play of hopes and fears.
You're my Conqueror Worm!
You still believe I'm not there, laughing at my existence,

still denying me.
You're denying me!!!


Eternally!!!

Once upon a time I wasn't unlike you.

But I have arisen and made myself a God.
The highest sovereign over your life, liege over your fate.
I transformed into a celestial being to use you as an instrument

to wipe out the entire human RACE!!!

* Edgar Allan Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"