The quintessence Of mediocrity Is the monument Of your mortality Ashes you were, ashes you will be Whatever The name of your god Whenever The end of your world I'll be the essence of your deliquescence Your fall is my victory I delight in this despicable painting A.H. assaults sodomizing the weak Your death is my glory I delight in this manless reality The absence Of imperfection Is the finality Of my thoughts Conscience I was, omniscience I'll be Whatever The fate of my flesh Whenever The date of my death You will suffer the wrath of my will