Owner of wailings

I am the owner of wailings Of this plane.............
I am the center of the swarm of innocuous sufferings.........
I am a spawn of supreme negativism through you......
I canalize your essence and turn into tiny bits!!!!!
Let you to die!!

I see in your eyes the terror of your person's non-existence...............
I see in your eyes the frustration of your self-deception and anxiety of hope....
You want me to exorcise the evil harming you in this place.................
You want me to inhale your need to recognize you among the other ones..........
Sad it shalt be the day, where on the world laments, when a discordant note of cynicism, break off the melody of my voice............

Now I gaze my long journey, like a quest of truth:
The truth in my heart, in the world that surrounds me, and in my existence.
Now I know, that the truth of my path, of my purpose
remained all the time, inside me, the key was my soul!! So...now leave me to die.....