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