I am the Original,
the First One,
the Beginning,
and if I must, I
will be the End.

Long ago, in a sandy desert,
of time-past, I was born,
to a people that did
not want nor need me.
I was shunned for
what I could not control.
What was inherent in me.

I would have died
sickly and alone
were it not for that
man. That man who
took me in and told me
of the way of the world.

That strength and power
are what guide this earth.
The weak will die, as they should,
while the strong will thrive.
Survival of the Fittest
is the truth of the world.

I learned this most bluntly,
when a stronger tyrant, out of time,
came and slaughtered my
people for he knew what
I would one day become.

Looking back, I can only laugh,
for in his fear and panic,
his needless violence awoke
my true, peerless potential.

Yet, I was not complete
until I felt the sting of heart-ache.
It is as they say. Pressure
turns coals into diamonds,
and I was the finest of them all.

In my pain and fury,
I made that conqueror flee.
I became the new conqueror,
because I was stronger, and
the strongest will always thrive.

I lived for many centuries,
proving my power and
doing as I pleased. I was a God
to many, and to **** out the weak,
I pulled their strings and
and made them maim and ******.

But over the years eternal,
I came to see a truth.
My kind were inherently
stronger than mere humans.
My kind was the fittest,
and therefore, we deserved
to not just survive, but
to rule all over it all.

So I planned a grand plan
to get rid of humans,
so that my kind could reign
supreme. I had to wait
for others like me to emerge.

Centuries I slumbered,
biding my time and
growing ever-stronger
until the day my eyes
were forced ajar.

I sensed a trembling force,
of overwhelming energy,
and stupendous power.
With a grin, I knew
it was finally time to
begin my Apocalypse.