every day I walk the paths the humans do hidden in the flesh... yet I am not here anymore I already ascended to the Blackness... I am pleased to cast my sight on them though eventually and all the time I see them walking their paths pathetic... I smile beneath a thousand masks at their insignificance with so much confidence in what they have been taught with their certainties of the uncertainties their bodies smell of animals that they in fact are slaves to the genes, obedient to instincts brainless mass in the wheels of pointlessness so unaware of what lurks beneath the world they call theirs but the evils, aeons old, are never asleep they come wandering the earth sometimes haunting this realm for the reasons unfathomed, twisting the minds of mortals entering their thoughts with the whispers of a thousand spiders scratching the inside of the skull with their legs swarming inside they devour all that binds to the laws of life and replace it with a vortex of Darkness this is the way to the eternal black void of insanity this is the moment that a dark god is born
pointlessness, unfathomed, beneath, insignificance, ascended