The Birth Of a God

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