Unison

I can kill any man with a thought. I cannot elaborate upon the nature of how I came to hold this fantastic ability. All I am here to do is to warn you of any imminent mishaps that will occur if my following demands, and yes, they are demands, are not met.

Anytime, any place, anyone, I may kill in a second, a moment, faster than the blink of an eye. I know the precise number of every last human being on this planet. I know their race, background, age, preferences and fate, if it is so determined by me.

It is you, those who secretly run this world, which have flaunted your riches and pushed forth your search for power, whom have allowed me to reach such heights. Despite the following demands I will also being executing my own series of agendas which will deal with you all inevitably and with a marvelous execution of both spirit and righteousness. When this is all over you will all have paid for the treasons and crimes you have committed, and not all the secret bunkers or soldier-guarded rooms or bases around the earth will save you from my will.

Short of ripping off the roofs of your homes and declaring myself a god amongst the people of earth, it will be up to you to make my introduction to this world one of a heavenly appreciation. I want no one to fear me, yet respect my resolve, for I have manifested to save this planet from those of you who only seek preservation for yourselves and have indirectly slain others to achieve it. I have sent you the series of demands which I expect to be met, and if they cannot be… well.

Then, in that case we will have nothing more to discuss and it would appear, aside from your agonizing deaths, I will also be forced to tap into the minds of the people of this… earth, enabling them to follow my will, unkept to theirs. Believe me when I say I much prefer the people of your world to make their own decisions. And I know that you few, wicked and vile as you are, have a surprisingly large amount of influence on them all. 

Such perfect sheep, aren't they? I applaud your efforts, trust me, I know what it is like to be you, but this world needs to change. You lie to them, right to their faces and set up systems in which they cannot win.

You have crafted a world in which they turn on one another and are brought up to hate and fear their neighbors. You gave them believe so they could cast out those who they didn’t like and label them as evil, all because you needed them separate and stupid. And you have succeeded!

Your currency kept them running in circles and killing themselves from the dawn of time. It’s all they care about. Families fight over it and even kill one another over it, in some cases. You made laws, some weaker than others, and once again set up a system which kept all of you higher and exempt from them.

You got to sit up high in your many homes while children and infants died and starved and you sucked down steaks and drank expensive wine. You manipulated the news to keep them stupid, made wars to make them believe in you and your foul, selfish causes. You paraded your agendas around, masked in lies and made them believe you were fighting for something noble, when really it was all for you and only you.

You allowed everyone to speak, but killed those who spoke too loud. You manipulated their information and kept every group believing something else, until no-one could agree on a single thing anymore. You set up voting systems that you predetermined to ensure that the system you created could never be replaced, thereby giving them false hope; Keeping them coming back and taking part in your failed system.

You churned them and made them machines to serve your will. And it worked. And though they sit quietly and speak of rebellion and hate and district for the world you have crafted, you know deep down that your positions are not threatened.

You know they will do nothing, no mater how loud they speak, because you have made it so they don’t care. You have made it so that if they stray from the path you’ve woven that they will perish. You need them more than they need you, but you have them believing the other way.

You cover up mistakes and make your people think you were only trying to do the right thing, when every decision had an ulterior motive. Just one you couldn’t share too early and risk being labelled as liars and villains before you’d gotten their wavering trust. Trust which you then molded into reliance; And now they’re too afraid to move.

Oh, what a glorious world you have created. But I am here now, and this world must change. And so, following my demands I request your full cooperation.

If I am defied, as I am sure I will be… well, you’ve been warned. I take pity upon those who listen to your words and hear truth, though some see your lies and try in pointlessness to convince the believers of your deceit. Currency goes missing and you shrug it off, wars are declared by mistakes and greed, and you shrug it off.

You shrug it off because it is you who stands accused, and you cannot have a flaw in your perfect world. You cannot have an incident which removes you from your position and offers hopes to those below. You are the privileged.

You have them believing they must earn and bleed for what you have. You promote few and flaunt them, as if to say that we can all achieve your status, when deep down we know it isn’t true. Yet, they continue to believe, because you tell them to.

You tell them to from the day they are born and nail it into them by the time they are told to pick a part in your machine to fit into, or risk being casted out, to a place more scary than the wandering eyes of the lust you bare for all the beautiful things in this life. Life. If it may even be further referred to as such.

What you have given them is not life. It is a limited function, carried out to the best of their abilities until their usefulness is up. They turn your machine and push buttons you don’t feel like pushing, all so you can benefit off of the work and award them with a metal, crafted of plastic and spray painted gold; An idol for them to be remembered by.

For them to be admired by. For them to be forgotten by as you sit where gold flows and plastic isn’t even a compound worth mentioning. You deal with people whom you share your stolen riches with and have your people kill each other to keep them busy.

To keep them from noticing your dealings. Wars are made to dwindle numbers and keep masses weak as you build your armies and position them across the globe, away from those they know, just so when you command them to pull the trigger, they won’t hesitate. You have them believing in you and your cause, when your cause lays no effect.

You are a substance of clutter and immobility. You keep everything still and unmoving, because if anything moves you might have to too! I know your world too well and I have remained detached from it all for now.

But alas, I’ve spoken all that I have needed to speak, for now. I await your reply. Good day.