"But see, amid the mimic rout
crawling shape [bad word] 
blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! – It writhes! – with mortal pangs
The mimes [bad word] its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out – out are the lights – out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral [bad word] down with [bad word] of a storm,
While the angels all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm." *

Time and [bad word] through my astral veins.
Stars obey my orders.
Planets circulate me in neverending concentric rings.
I am the center of the universe.
I am COSMOS!!!

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

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

Eternity!!!

You stupid [bad word] believe you're in control and everything is obeying
your feeble will.
But you're subject to a fatal fallacy.
You're acting the way I want you to.
You're my character in a play of hopes and fears.
You're my Conqueror Worm!
You still believe I'm not there, laughing at my existence,
still denying me.
You’re denying me!!!

Eternally!!!

Once upon a time I wasn’t unlike you.
But I have arisen and made myself a God.
The highest sovereign over your life, liege over your fate.
I transformed into a celestial being to use you as an [bad word] to wipe out the entire human RACE!!!