FOOLS! I cast you all aside!. Your bullets harm me not. I am heresy, blazing hell. The embodiment ov all you fear. I am all which you can never be. A truth revealing hate machine.
I am thine own begotten, Dionysus. Divine Mars, thou call'st me son. And thou, Apollo, my begin gav'st me. That dream hath my mind inflamed. And everyone a star hath become.
O, ye whose future is in other hands!. Foul feeders! Slipped, are ye on you excrement?. Parasites! Having the world lousy,. Imagine ye are of significance to Heaven.