Ego Sum Electus

It is the private commandment of pervasive revulsion, that distorts, with uncouth intuition, the very pulsation of mortal hubris, under the guise of 'accomplishment'. Some majesty of precocious glory, rendering the sneers upon the deplorable lineaments of humanity, all too necessary, and yet I have known since birth, the futility of pride. Pride without a cause, and pride without recitation of individuality. I have found more to despise, of the common race, and the hour makes me weary, doubtful, albeit poisoned with lividity. I look outside the quivering curtains and the pedestrian existence, proves too much a hostility, for my sensation. What then can be done? I must stay indoors, before I am polluted with that corruption of pleasure, at the expense of will. I hear the people speak, or rather outgush their conceited surmise, but they do not understand! It is on borrowed time that we live, and soon, from the depths of the soil even the dead will rise to see the Devil, burn all that is man made. The omnipotent orbit of his lurid crimson eye has told me this, but I will not be harmed, for I will be by his side, and relish the might of his reign, He! He! He!