I am the end and the beginning,
the ancient of days: I do not discriminate,
all shall return to my womb,
Some refer to me as God
some refer to me as the devil;
many names,
many faces,
it does not matter who I am,
for I am
The golden compass,
where does it lead?
surely only to me?
for all things surely do.
This reality is mine,
I am its architect,
and its programmer,
there is no god besides me
Agents of chaos,
serve my will,
keep them low those who want to know,
keep them in tuned with what they perceive,
always make sure they are deceived
Enter the matrix,
the binary spell,
what you think is heaven
is really hell