I’ll not be simply placed unto the sides; do you think me so gullible a fool? Perhaps I am, for allowing it to be wrought this far. I’ll not be as a sheep, led to pasture until the time in which it’s needed. Nay; instead, I’ll be the wolf. I will present unto thee as the thorn upon the rose of a life you do foolishly believe you lead.
You seek to sequester my strengths and might with those of the lemmings, and expect me to be lead so blindly into a pale oblivion?! Heed these words I impart unto thee: tend thy flock with graceful hand and wary touch. Watch thy disciples with gleeful eye, and forlorn concern. For where once you falsely believed you had stationed a fool, instead hides a monster; a monster which bides its time until a roar of the ages be made sounded.
I’ll not be placed. Verily, I’ll acquiesce to your inane and faltered control in the guise of complacency. But be warned: beneath the placid surface of my canny facade lays a beast whom will rule your mind with an iron claw. You seek to render a feeble hound docile, yet instead you sow the seeds of your very demise, which shall destroy you from within. I am the man. I am the beast. I am your doom.
Heed these words, lest ye be foolhardy enough so to think as though you retain control…