You must listen very carefully to what I have to say
There isn’t much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments
For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet
He is keeping me here against my will
And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete
I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter
Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded
fourteen centuries ago
A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying,
«God, why do the millions worship you instead of I?
Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?»
A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth
And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly
About a dream I had many moons ago
In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses
That was all, but it lasted for many days
Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales
He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth
And then I will seek my revenge