Luyện nghe bài hát Autoapotheosis

"But see, amid the mimic
A shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes out
The solitude!
It writhes! - It writhes! - with pangs
The become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin
In human imbued.

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

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

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

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

Eternity!!!

You fuck believe you're in control and everything is obeying
feeble will.
But you're to a fatal fallacy.
You're acting the way I 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,
denying me.
You're me!!!

Eternally!!!

Once upon a time I wasn't you.
But I arisen and made myself a God.
The highest sovereign over your life, over your fate.
I transformed a celestial being to use you as an instrument
to wipe out the entire RACE!!!

* Edgar Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"