"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 f** 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"