I drank a goblet of fire...nI cut out the prophets tongue...nbut still, the sun refuse refused to move.nnI tore a hole in the web of sanity...nthe very fabric of life itself...nbut still, this flesh refused to burn.nnwhat a humble vision!nto forever dwell by the grace of the sun...nnI gathered the moon and the stars...nin my little pouch of planets...nthe renaissance of astral flesh.nndripping and drolling with universal thirst...nequilibrium going under...nin such an idle state of death.nnsowing the seeds of a new dimension...nnI am the conqueror in his petty paradise...nspinning around in garden of lush blooming death,npoint at the sun, and I will be there...nand the angels, scattered and bleeding...nwill be the foundation of my empire...nnand admidst all this forlorn beauty...n...I still laughed at the end.