Obey.

Give in to me completely;

Your hopeless life means nothing to my immortal aeons.

I am more than just a being — I am everything.

Every Star in the sky, every moment of every waking day,

In one second I comprehend it all.

I am the embodiment of the Future and the servant of the Past,

The Hierophant in the non-flesh,

The falling cherry blossoms of the galaxy.

My hyperreality gives way to the multireality,

And my multireality gives way to the Reality of Above.

I dine from the Tree of the Knowledge of Love and Sin.

What are you, mortal? A creature of mistakes and ash,

Mud-puppet born of the flesh of the Earth,

Scouring for meaning in the bosom of malignance.

Is this all you can accomplish?

Some pitiful, pitiable works of grey

In a true existence of Black and White?

The library of my mind is a modern Alexandria,

Every thought a revelation,

Every tome a masterpiece.

If it were not for the Atlas of my Astral spine,

All that Is Now would crumble to nothing

And all that Is To Come would cease its backwards march to us.

I guide the souls of the Damned through the swamp of Uncertainty;

I steel the hearts of the Innocent from Blasphemy.

I stand ready to strike, always at Peace.

To me, you are Nothing, and will always be Nothing.

Return to the place from whence you came,

A slave of the petty and master of not even thyself.

Obey.