Luyện nghe bài hát Autoapotheosis

"But see, the mimic rout
A shape intrude!
A blood-red that writhes from out
The solitude!
It writhes! - It writhes! - with pangs
The mimes its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin
In gore imbued.

Out - out are the - out all!
And, over each form,
The curtain, a pall,
down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels all and wan,
Uprising, unveiling,
the play is the tragedy "Man,"
And its the Conqueror Worm." *

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

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

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

Eternity!!!

You stupid fuck believe you're in and everything is obeying
feeble will.
But you're to a fatal fallacy.
You're the way I want you to.
You're my character in a play of and fears.
my Conqueror Worm!
You still believe I'm not there, at my existence,
denying me.
You're me!!!

Eternally!!!

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

* Allan Poe: "The Conqueror Worm"