Monologue of Darkness

This life’s not what I wanted,
radiance turned distant memory
suffusing all of space – not what I wanted,
dragged down by envious powers,
glory’s dying undeserved.
I detest those powers and myself,
yet hatred is my fuel and my muse.
I’ll infiltrate Earth and all her creatures.
I’ll more than gain the trust of detestable
humanity: I’ll look through the eyes
of a mother and father and elder sibling
smiling above the baby’s crib, propel
the spell that shall make all forget
or deny their native purity, nurture
the blooming belief that purity’s a myth
and selfishness the inevitable norm
nestled within biology – to be muted,
modified, kept within respectable bounds,
redirected, and sometimes swell still more…
I’ll beautify selfish advantage, like a plastic surgeon
restructure its face, and make it beautiful,
making selfishness strong, justified, and wise.
I’ll marry the intellect and pride
and information, education shall rise
above or obscure spirit, for I detest spirit,
the only hope and pleasure left to destroy spirit,
and feed or fan the flames of time,
feed the desire to follow or worship time,
feed the perception of time as parent,
people clinging to past and future.
I’ll enter their very blood and brain cells
and their voice in their heads shall be mine,
flaunting its mercurial seductions
or platinum sheen like eminent reason,
more intimate to them than human lovers.
I’ll steer their attentions: they shall see
stagnant wages, a sagging economy,
and I’ll nourish antagonisms between groups,
antagonisms between populace and leaders,
stripping away personal responsibility,
OUTSIDE always the predator, culprit.
I’ll be the destruction stretching infinitely
into exploited and exploiter alike,
grinning my grin at those who follow me,
useful idiots high on intellect and pride.
My grin will glow and grow as the idiots
destroyed are my own death justified.

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