Spoken:
You must listen very carefully to what I have to say
There isn't much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments
For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet
He is keeping me here against my will
And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete
I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter
Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded fourteen centuries ago
A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying,
"God, why do the millions worship you instead of I?
Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compa**ionate?"
A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth
And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly
About a dream I had many moons ago
In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses
That was all, but it lasted for many days
Until each tick seemed like fragments of gla** piercing my scales
He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth
And then I will seek my revenge