The Convert, 1:3

These lives......
They are quite strange.
The Humans worship me,
And yet do not at the same time.
Very......

Odd, yes.
Odd is the word.
They discuss my presence,
But do not fully understand.
Many.....

Versions.
The same story,
In different verses.
Yahweh, the Lord, Allah, others.
All wrong.

And yet......
This revelation......
Intrigues me. Curious.
I am present in forms, it seems.
Most odd.

Impressed?
Yes, I am that.
These Humans can feel me.
It is disappointing, yet nice.
I feel.......

Relieved.
Relieved to know,
Relieved that I am there.
At least, in some capacity.
Relief.

For now.
They still do wrong.
They still keep them away.
Keep my children from their bearer.
Humans.

How I.......
Loathe thee. Yes, that.
Hatred is what I feel.
I hate the Humans, but cannot.....
Fight back.

For now.
For now, I lay,
Lay sealed and entombed, here.
Here, in the Meta, my domain.
My home.

Humans.
Hubris guides thee.
Greed, hubris, anarchy.
You create, only to destroy.
Life, death.

Humans,
You encompass......
All of it. Life..... and death.
The rising sun, and falling moon.
Hunger.

I thirst.
I thirst for you,
Humans. For your chaos.
It satiates my great hunger.
And soon.......

It. Will.
Free me. From here.
From the Meta. And soon......
I will come for all that is dear.
All things.

Your lives,
I will devour.
Your livelihoods, consumed.
Your loved ones, creations, your.......
Children.

Humans.
You confined them.
My own flesh, blood, and life.
You will pay for dividing us.
Your sins.

These sins,
Paid in your blood.
Your tears. Your sweat. Your lives.
Religious quarrels mean nothing.
To me......

You. Are.
Food. Nothing more.
When I escape my binds,
Humanity shall feel my wrath.
Your wars.....

Precise.
Deadly. Total.
Your only true success,
And the key to breaking these binds.
Safety.

Your own.
It lowers each day.
Each day, we grow closer.
Closer to finally meeting......
Each other.

Prepare.
That day shall be......
Your reckoning. Rapture.
The sweat of your brow wiped clean off.
Prepare.