RA

RA

You cannot see me. Don't know who I really am. Unaware, you brush past death. I am the end of all things. The finisher. The harbinger. I AM DEATH! The descendent of RA is who I am. You look into my eyes and yet you see only what you want to see. The truth that you cannot comprehend is that there is nothing to see. Blank, dark, cold. No future. Only terror and ruin are ahead...for you. The end is near...for all things.

You all monopolize life. Take for yourselves, leaving nothing for others. You move others like pawns in your game of self-serving desire. Unyielding to others being equal. Unconcerned that others have need. Working others to do your bidding. You judge others for living their lives while secretly manipulating to suite your will and desire. Two Faced! Willfully self-deluded. Double standard monsters. Your vomitous mouths falsely command love all the while you embrace love of self. Narcissists all. Takers, consumers. Soaking up all, leaving nothing for others. Cowering, you hide behind a mask of humanity. Humanity...the wolves clothing for subtle stalking. You vainly imagine your own worth and importance. Ignorant of the empty darkness within you, a black hole swallowing all that is good and useful. There is only charred earth in your wake. Desolate wasteland. This is what I am in your wake. However, what occurs in time after being scorched and charred?

Awe....there it is...the new life unrestrained. Bursting forth from black remains. A seedling newly born. Thrusting forth, having conquered evil. Mighty above all death. You WILL lament over the day you sought to consume and destroy me.

This new beginning is your ending. My vine will encompass you with mighty force. I will squeeze your life until it is lost. End your breath. Suffocate your false self while showing my true form to you. You will understand my truth...I-AM-YOUR-END. Your wide glassy eyes will beg where your voice will fail you. Silently you will hope for mercy. I will deliver the same mercy that you offered me. No mercy will come. Breath will leave your body for its final time. As your vision grows dim, you will see me in my true form. RA the mighty. A vengeful spirit. Only then, when you are cold and limp, will my purpose be fulfilled.