I will make them pay.
I will have my revenge.
They go about their lives, not knowing what they’ve done, how they’ve tormented me. These people knew how I fell, and they laughed at me. Me! They laughed at ME! They rejected me and spat upon the very ground I used to tread.
They will be sorry. All of them.
Oh, they think they’re safe behind their pristine white picket fences, behind their brick and plaster walls. They don’t think I can get in. They don’t even think I know where they live.
Such foolish creatures.
I’ve crept behind them all, slinking from shadow to shadow at night and even during the day. They make such easy prey. I’ve watched them in their dull languor of life, their drunken stupor of idiocy, completely unaware of any observing eyes prowling about. I’ve seen where each of them lives, walked up to their houses and peaked through their curtains and opened windows. I’ve seen everything they do. Oh, such notes I’ve taken on each of them! If they only knew…
I know the names of all their wives and husbands, their boyfriends and girlfriends, sons and daughters, felines and canines. I know when they leave for their jobs and what time they return amidst the fleeting rays of the sun. I know when they retire for the evening to slip between the bonds of reality and dream of the hereafter, snuggled in their blankets and sheets.
It has taken time, but I now know them all.
And they will all pay.
They will pay for all their insults and torments, for their petitions against me, and for trivializing me. Oh, for that they will especially pay!
I will show them the meaning of murder!
How dare they reject me, laugh at me! They knew from where I fell; yet still they persist. The fall… for so long, nothing but the wind rushing past my face and blackness enveloping all around so I could see neither the heights from which I fell nor the depths to which I plunged. All because of Him!
And now they reject me for Him!
They fight against me in His name. They take others away from me for Him! From ME! I cannot attack Him directly, but His followers, they will pay, pay for everything they’ve done to me in His name.
I will whisper in their ears words of despair and encouragement until they listen. I will send cancers and diseases until they blame Him for allowing me reign. I will twist His words until they are my words, and His flock becomes mine. Oh, the torments I will pay them back for when they follow me again! My anger will well up from the depths and spill over the Nazarene’s followers, swallowing them up until they drown in my fury.
They will pay for choosing Him.
And I will have my revenge.
“Be well balanced (temperate, sober of mind), be vigilant and cautious at all times; for that enemy of yours, the devil, roams around like a lion roaring [in fierce hunger], seeking someone to seize upon and devour.”
1 Peter 5:8 (AMP)
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