God of Spiders

In the darkest depths of space Lies a being cold and ancient Older than good and evil With a neverending hunger Feeding on chaos, feeding on suffering Entropy in form, the yawning maw of doom Reaping from the pain and agony of the cosmos Never satisfied, always needing more Staring through the void out of eight hollow eyes Where there is pain and terror, it will follow soon Torture, suicide, and murder are it's delight Weak or strong, the screams always call it You cannot kill that which never lived There are no gods who can stop it It has always been and always it shall be The pit of teeth at the end of your pain