They think of us not, our existence is a meer amusing thought to most of them. A pity it is and shall remain, for as long as we have observed they hear us and follow us more often than they do him.
When will men realize it is us who preside over their gatherings. We are the third and fourth in every conversation.
I am ashamed my influence has grown stronger than I anticipated, I DID NOT WANT THIS! GOD! I believe in you. They have forgotten you. I challenged you and now I am winning.
The time has come to further our control. Masses turned against one another. Murdering children has become play for them. Hatred is the key.
Let them wallow all they want, we come for every single soul. Take over their thoughts. Rejoice for victory is ever close my companions.
The plan is coming to fulfillment, my children. The baneful leader, who has charge over the lawless land works tirelessly to trample all the weak folk the land belonged to.
I am sometimes impressed by his feats, but he is only a pawn in my greatest of schemes. When the one eyed man arrives, Benjamin will be discarded as he should be.
My day is coming closer and closer, I cannot wait to finally do away with humanity. Prove myself to GOD.
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