The God Of Negation

I have ascended to the topmost spaces and dragged the cars of the devildare gods from their courses; They saw me not, but felt me as a Presence that hurled them from the track. I have in a wondrous Thought undermined the Milky Way and have sown the orbits of the suns with dragons’ teeth uprooted from my rebellious soul: Those eyes of gleaming fire saw me not, but felt me as a movement in the Abyss. I have numbed the arm of the blind old Artisan, and he shall die at my last Epiphany: He heard me not, but felt me as the great Destructive Presence.