I am staring at the Sun of the Nothing For I want to eat the visions (проницательность) of God Consuming the knowledge and power that radiates overhead As I slumber in a bed of vegetation and thorns leaving behind unease and dread I feed from pretentious notions and malignant demons through its rays For hell is abandoned and this single horror walks amongst our ongoing cliches My eyes, my perception
- They seem to smolder and whiten
For it seems that I have peered into the diseased display of myself I am the eater of the sun I am the destroyer of worlds