The Maestro, 1:4

War,
Nature,
And Humans.
War is their state.
It is natural to them, it would seem.

First,
Second,
Both great wars,
defining them.
But the two are so very different.

First.....
So new,
Fresh, unknown.
The virgin war.
On that fateful day, everything changed.

Death,
And loss.
There was much,
So very much.
And it filled my being with utter glee.

Gas,
Bullets,
Bombs, and knives.
These were weapons.
Primitive? Yes, but for them..... effective.

First......
Infant.
Very tame,
But to Humans?
Single greatest tragedy...... at the time.

Peace.
Shaky,
Unstable,
It could not last.
Their diplomacy never truly worked.

But,
It was......
Their first war.
Forgivable.
A small conflict, but it would pave the way.

Second.
Very.......
Different.
Quite momentous.
At first, it was relatively normal.

But,
Things changed.
New warfare.
Larger weapons.
It was very......... intriguing, I must say.

Huge,
Flaming,
Destructive.
The atom bomb.
I revel in its effectiveness, its......

Make,
Its parts,
The design.
Simplicity.
A tool of death and total destruction.

Warmth,
The screams,
The silence.
It is music.
When the Humans used this ultimate tool......

Peace.
Silence.
The bright light,
Followed by....... black.
I cherish the silence brought to Humans.

Great
Total.
Black darkness.
The dropping of death on Humans brings me........

Close.
Very,
Very close.
Close to freedom.
Or at least furthering this immense task.

Wait.
I sit,
And I wait.
Wait for what, though?
Perhaps more wars? More destruction? More death?

Death.
The key.
The secret.
My access point.
I influence the Humans to this end.

It.
Will. Be.
Utterly. Grand.
To them, it is centuries. But to me,

Mere.......
Seconds.
Maybe more.
Perhaps minutes?
Either way, I am patient. I can wait.