The Trapped (Infinite Regress)

I crowdth around all the slime onesKept a sharp eyeAll belove all ünterAll frightful and so-godlikeNow this i cannot escapeCannot run awayNow i am so coldTo be burned by themI hail the onesWho got disrespect-they are too many--ı am not to be one of thee-I crowdth around all the slime onesKept a sharp eyeI was from the heart and from the mindThey were from prayersWhen the time to worshipSo desperately comesThey all kneel down they all betrayTheir naturaly being slimes"right" and "wrong" all beloveI cannot see yet any aboveLies!!All around meLies!!Now do i die and disappear?Now do i live and be god-worshipper?Oh, great pain i am sufferingSufferingSuffering...