The Enemy Cometh

The Enemy Cometh

by Khari D. Hawke

I am the enemy and in hearing this I know many things and people come to mind but trust me, you don't know, nor have you ever seen the likes of me. Those that have enslaved themselves to me are the ones you've been so privileged to encounter. But they are not me. They're wrath, anger, and power is but a tablespoon of water added to an ocean compared to mine. 

For centuries I've anticipated coming unto you but could not because your numbers were much too strong. Oh yes, you are a strong people but not a very wise people. Sure you have many accomplishments and have created wonders for the eyes to see, but you're still unwise in comparison to me. I've sent many to destroy you and destroyed you they have, but they were not alone for within you lies a hunger for destruction so much so that you have begged and even sacrificed yourselves to be a part of my mayhem. 

You are indeed a unique people, more so than any I've ever conquered before. When destruction and calamity comes upon you, instead of fighting the destroyer you turn upon each other, raping, ravaging, robbing, and murdering each other as if this somehow will ease the pain of the defeat you feel swelling deep inside you. This makes my time of delay shorter because your destruction of one another has become so intense and has increased to such a capacity that it has been a very long time since those that enslave themselves to me have visited you. 

I must admit that your methods are indeed cruel and crafty to the point of making me feel a little proud and excited all at the same time. To see you destroy your own with such callousness is indeed an absolute privilege to watch and though you think this will somehow earn you a seat at my side, it will not, for I will come against you with more wrath and reckless abandonment that has never been seen in the life times before. Yet a little longer I must wait for your time is not yet come. 

For as you murder and kill each other to gain power that will never be yours, your numbers decrease rapidly. When at the first you were billions you are now only thousands but you love the site of the fallen for it makes you feel fortunate and privileged when you should actually feel alone and frightened. 

You've kidnapped and rapped your children and your children's children thinking it will earn you some favor with me. You've hidden them in places only you know and laugh to yourselves as you see their faces posted on the walls of every post office, library, bulletin board and television. Your hearts grow exceedingly cold and you justify your actions by blaming an absent father, an abusive mother, a molesting cousin or uncle but you never even realize that I sent them to you. To destroy you, to hurt you to bring you to the state you are today. I am your father, your master and your destroyer. You will receive no reward, only pain and torture that has never been experienced by anyone in your lifetime. 

I look at your pitiful displays of power as you tear flesh and slice limbs, even devouring some and smearing their blood upon you as if this will somehow entice me to call you my workers, my helpers, my friends but you're nothing to me. You're lower than the ancient cockroach that so many step on and exterminate with disgust each day. Nothing you can possibly do will make you any more important in my eyes. Your works are in vain and in time will be forgotten. Your bodies grow old, weary and racked with pain. Your minds are tormented but not because of your past actions but because the pleasure and excitement you once felt has long past away. 

The first time will always be the first time in everything you do. You can never go back to it for it will escape you as did one of your victims. How sloppy you were that day and lucky all together but the excitement that came to you when you thought of being exposed made you incompetent. The excitement you feel while thinking of the fear that will fall upon the masses as they learn of your terror and horrible ways blinds you and causes you to forget that you are still nothing in this life nor shall you be in the life to come. 

Feel my wrath, fell my power and know that I am the true enemy. Before I come upon you I will unlock the doors of your hearts and minds and allow you to see and feel all that you've accomplished in your days of nothingness. Every woman, man and child that you've encountered, murdered, raped and destroyed shall be affixed to your consciousness. You shall feel sorrow and grief of such a magnitude that mountains will crumble beneath your feet. Your mind shall become your enemy as you hear the voices, the screams, the pleadings and the cries of your victims and their loved ones. 

You will feel my presence as you fall to your knees, grasping your head in agony and pain. Utter fear, horror and terror shall fall upon you as my eyes gaze upon your pitiful forms. Destruction and death shall no longer be yours for they will be and always have been reserved for those that came before me. They are not me, but only a form of me and they're power is no comparison to mine. I will take much pleasure in what I do to you for within me lies no limitations. I have no conscience, no moral fortitude to do that which is right. You and all those like you shall know me by name and shall utter words of forgiveness for which there is none. I shall destroy you and all mankind with such swiftness unlike anything ever seen before in your time or the times before. 

Your numbers become few and my time draws near. Make ready my coming for it draws nigh. You have paved my way and have blessed my coming. In your ignorance you have called me friend, master and king but I shall erase your very existence and make your home desolate for I am THE ENEMY.