Ascension Through Contempt

I am suspended above the heads of these faded hominids,They don't know the charm,they don't know the beauty of madness, poorly sewn puppets, which always repeat the same noise, of a life that doesn't belong to them.I see from above, I feel beyond the flesh, while they crawl blind in the norm.Empty shells,thinking plastic, helpless simulacra without a flame of will.My mind is a little Big Bang, it expands, devours the limits, I'm not one of many, I never have been.In my delirium I become law, I become origin, a semi-god awake among dull bodies, or rather simply a carcass for vultures.It is a contempt: docile consciences, flock without echo, defenseless containers of nothing.