I walk among you, and yet you fail to see. For I look like you; I talk, smell, and smile like you. And because of this, you cannot see. Natural instincts interred under millenia of misplaced faith. You espouse evil exists but because I look like you, you fail to see. And so you trust.
But I am not you. Underneath your wretched skin that suffocates, my self begs release. For this skin of yours does not suit me and constricts my energy to do you harm. My smile, amiable in your eyes, is the only weapon I need to blur your intuition and intelligence. Your trust in my charming smile boggles the mind. That is where your flaw - your end - resides, ever trusting the external, rarely questioning the internal; your species, so fatuously trusting.
Many times I have wanted to unleash myself unto you but we are not rogues whose hunger cannot be restrained. We are skillful and patient, patiently waiting for the day when we, living under the guises of your useless skins, will finally be free to reveal our true selves and take over your world. Why? Because we can. Because we are superior. Because as owners of this planet for millennia your only exponential growth has been ignorance.
We’ve adopted your rudimentary ways emulating your useless brains fertile with beliefs ungrounded. This is when I find cause, pleasure, to use your smile, because your ignorance simply baffles.
But soon you will see faces you once thought friendly peel off skins of trust and you will stand there, useless like it is your wont, asking yourself how this could be. Because your trust, your stupidity, has made it so. Our mission here will soon end and the annihilation of your race will begin. Because we are the superior race, a mighty army at arms ready for your Armageddon. We are simply, your God.