A mirror image,

a twisted vision,

spinning tops,

time and memories of things before and after,

I am the shadows,

the wind that blows,

the beast behind you breathing softly on your neck,

I never age,

I never die,

I’ll be here until the end,

when time slips away,

and on that day,

that fateful day,

I’ll finally have my revenge,

upon man,

upon the stars,

and finally,

upon the creator of all that was,

I’ll feast,

I’ll gorge,

I’ll be all and everything,

I’ll be the end,

the beginning,

and nothing,

for I am the beast,

I am the devourer,

I am the first,

and I’ll be the last.

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