Innate Divinity

Oh father, where art thou?
Have you forsaken me?
Or was I born from nothingness?
The inner voice
It tears and rips through my entrails
The sound of a sun
Swallowed whole
Skin crawling
With the parasites I bred
Thirsting for liquid
Hungry for flesh
Rising
A storm forming above me
A fitting start
For whats to come
I feel the streams of consciousness
Passing through me
The universe itself
Speaking to me
A mere virus
A life-form barely worthy of your name