| «But see, amid the mimic rout
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| A crawling shape intrude!
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| A blood-red thing that writhes from out
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| The scenic solitude!
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| It writhes! |
| — It writhes! |
| — with mortal pangs
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| The mimes become its food
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| And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
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| In human gore imbued
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| Out — out are the lights — out all!
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| And, over each quivering form
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| The curtain, a funeral pall
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| Comes down with the rush of a storm
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| While the angels all pallid and wan
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| Uprising, unveiling, affirm
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| That the play is the tragedy «Man,»
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| And its hero the Conqueror Worm." *
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| Time and space run through my astral veins
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| Stars obey my orders
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| Planets circulate me in neverending concentric rings
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| I am the center of the universe
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| I am COSMOS!!!
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| You think you don’t have to worship me
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| But your vanity won’t be of any use to you
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| I’m flowing right through your most secret thoughts
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| I know your deepest fears and weaknesses
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| I am the owner of your mind and ruler of your fate
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| I am the Divinity you’ve always denied
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| I am the Alpha and the Omega
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| I was here before time was created
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| And I’ll still exist when you’ve vanished in the vortex
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| Of eternity
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| Eternity!!!
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| You stupid fuck believe you’re in control and everything is obeying
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| Your feeble will
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| But you’re subject to a fatal fallacy
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| You’re acting the way I want you to
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| You’re my character in a play of hopes and fears
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| You’re my Conqueror Worm!
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| You still believe I’m not there, laughing at my existence
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| Still denying me
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| You’re denying me!!!
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| Eternally!!!
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| Once upon a time I wasn’t unlike you
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| But I have arisen and made myself a God
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| The highest sovereign over your life, liege over your fate
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| I transformed into a celestial being to use you as an instrument
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| To wipe out the entire human RACE!!! |