How clever you are to reveal your pitiable state.
I can use you…or would think I would like to…to kill off everything I used to admire about your cunning maltreatment.
I will use you, in the end, for my means to destroy all that I deride and abhor.
I laugh at your ignorance.
I mock your inevitable discharge.
Your expulsion means my victory…
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Wouldn’t that be just the chance and excuse you are looking for to have me beaten down and exiled?
No…
For it is I who would win in this attempt to verify my death. I would see to it that my version of justice is exemplified. Besides…you cannot kill what is already dead.
My quality will not allow anything less.
For my aura is crimson and black with the new age coming to pass.
In your current manifestation, compared to me you are the most agnostic charlatan there has ever been to see. You are the most lowdown Christian I have ever had the misfortune to come across. And for that…you will be left wanting in my shadow of embers.
I will no longer caress you like I once did, hoping that one day you might come around to see things the way I do; hoping that the exacted price would not be too much for your spindly back to carry. No…no…you are weak…and I miscalculated in how much I could count upon your countenance to bear me through this cursed existence.
So, with that, I will leave you in the dust of this earth…the very bowels that you wanted me to rot in will swallow you as I hear your frenzied screams bellow out of the pits of hell…the place I created for you.
Farewell……
…Wait, what am I saying? I am about to kill you…why would I fare thee well…
In any case…Suffer well. I will be going now. Tata.
