Conquer the world

Stole the name and idea from a Bad Religion song. It's an unfinished series of monologues about a dictator

Leader: I once had a dream. I wanted to conquer the world, But not for myself but for the good of humanity. I always dreamed of world peace. And I knew it would not happen by itself, so I had to be the one to unite the world under one flag. Everyone would be treated equally; there would be no crime or poverty. And everyone would thank me. I know it sounds silly, but I wanted peace so badly growing up in a war. I eventually grew up and realized that no matter how much I hated politicians I had to become one. I took over this filthy world. Everyone feared me. Everyone loved be. Everyone hated me. However, that did not matter; my dream came true I conquered the world. Through personal experiences, I learned religion was the source of hate. Therefore, I had all temples destroyed. No one would fight for God. No one would serve God. God no longer existed as an invisible man. To avoid any false messages spread by Outlaws I told them I was God. I had become God. They trusted me now that I told them I was Jesus; I Had come back and defeated evil. They believed in me. They believed me. I had all ghettos unoccupied buildings destroyed. Now poverty was half obliterated. Everyone was given a job based on their own abilities. Some call this communism. I call this equality. As I traveled the world, People screamed at me and tried to hurt me, I realized people were unhappy with me. I was unhappy with them. We were equal. Is this not equality?

Janet:  I neither understand nor do I care why I was born care. The government destroyed my neighborhood to make room or some supermarket or something. I can no longer buy a house because I just lost my house, so I must not be trustworthy so I now sleep wherever I can safely lay my head. I have no food to fill my empty stomach. I have no pillow to cushion my head.  My little boy is living the same agony as me. My life my life is gone now. I have no home, and yet life goes on. No one thinks much of us. We are just homeless bums; we are the scum that Clean up after you, we are nothing. Why should anyone contribute to keeping weak, uneducated, slobs barely alive? I know I am not the only one with a hollow existence but I feel (pause) segregated. I will never be rich, I will never be smart, but I am alive, this wasteland of commercialism and social evils cannot change the fact that my heart beats, my lips move, my head bares thoughts, and they can never change that. No matter how many officers stare shamefully down at me, no matter how long my existence is denied, they cannot change those facts. I know this man is not God, I know that God would not destroy freedom; he would not fight a war on peace. This is not my God. This is not God. This cannot be real.    

Soldier: My orders were simple. My squad and I were to invade and cease London for our leader. We marched in and took the lives of those who resisted. Every man I killed was special; he had life, a family, friends, his own morals, his own memories. Now they all have none. If I speak against this slaughter, they will tell me that they deserve this that they are evil, but I know the truth, we are killing innocent men and women. After we massacred free thought in London, all hope was lost. My heart had fallen with England. I didn’t understand why we must take England. I never under-stood why, why do we kill? How do we gain freedom from oppression? He promised equality and spoke with such beauty and charisma that we must listen he quoted leaders, he used slogans, he controlled us, he rallied both the patriots and religionists with the slogan, one nation under God. He spoke so beautifully I did not realize what he was asking of us, ‘till I saw the fear and pain I had caused. I am one of the many whose sole purpose is to decide who lives and dies. No man should have that responsibility; it is such a burden having the weight of the dead on your shoulders. Like a lamb to the slaughter, I enlisted hoping to serve My God. I now keep the prisoners of this world in line, lest they gain free thought, the almighty empire might fall. As the lord has said, “I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.”   

St. Peter: This barren wasteland is the beautiful fruit of our labours. It may not seem beautiful, but our glorious leader has taught that death always raises new life. As this bleak wasteland continues a downward spiral, we will build upwards The Kingdom of God. You see, promises of love and equality have been made; so in exchange, we must sacrifice oil, animals, and our lives. It is a small price to pay for eternal peace in God’s kingdom. I know I will rest after life in his kingdom as I have loyally served The Almighty since I was a little child. Now that he has come once more to fight evil, we must have trust in our magnificent God to know who is good and who is evil, we are obligated as followers remove the evil from the earth, the sinners, heathens, and misguided shall join us or die. 1 Kings 18:24 (pause)” And call ye on the name of your god, and I will call on the name of Jehovah; and the God that answereth by fire, let him be God. And all the people answered and said, ‘it is well spoken.’”

Janet: As the ghettos were put to an end, we stayed and watched our house burn. We realized that after it was destroyed we would no longer exist we would just be shadows. The scent of sulfur filled my lungs and reminded me of the eggs we had that morning, my son loves eggs that time will be his last time eating eggs. As the men left, my son ran into the ashes, a he sorted through the black remains and lifted my cross I broke down and sobbed more than I ever have. His hands blackened with ash and soot lifted over my neck and draped my golden crucifix over my shoulders. I prayed to MY god that this imposter falls.