There you sit, all high and mighty.
You think you’re better than me.
Don’t bother trying to deny it.
I see your sneers of derision.
I hear your whispered plans.
I know you would see my end.
What, you thought I didn’t know?
That I’m not one of the chosen ones?
Hand-selected to exist alongside you?
How foolishly blind you are.
Look at how you must coddle them:
The beauty of your haughty friends comes at a price.
You want them to be with you,
But they resist at every turn, don’t they?
They make you work for their charms.
Yet here I stand, so proud and strong,
Weathering the storms of life
And the destruction of man.
You hunt me down, murderously plucking me from existence.
But you haven’t heard the last from me.
I am far stronger and more persistent than you.
I’ll be back, you sanctimonious prick; I’ll be back.
And this time?
This time, I’m coming for you.
Pluck me, will you?