It's infinitely amusing to me how humans rationalize the Big D. That's death to you, friends and neighbours. Death. The final disembarkation. The ultimate sayonara. So then you affirm, in the ugly face of tragedy, the likes of: "When your number's up, it's up." "Wrong time, wrong place." "Called home to Jesus." It's the last one that tickles me the most. As if He or any of His cronies up there have anything to do with it! I'll let you in on a little secret de hombre a hombre, just between you and me: every single one of you people has an intrinsic leaning toward evil. I just nudge y'all in the right direction. Humans, as a race, make superlative weapons. And those too moral to manipulate, easy prey for those who aren't.
There is no good in people, merely a scale of evil. And when the balance tilts in my favour, I fish for you and you shine like a beacon in the fog of a jet-black night. I can taste your excitement as a lover tastes the sweat on the back of the one she fucks. It thrills me so. And with fluttering, half-mast eyes I send you a mental caress and we connect, you and I; and you, my sweetheart, feel me in the darkest recess of your being--that subliminal place within you that sees neither light nor love but festers fear and hate. Our affinity intensifies your wrath, weakens your inhibitions; sets you on fire. It flips a primal switch in you and turns you on. You become hard. Wet. A demented cackle escapes your lips. For the first time in your pathetic, pitiful existence, you are truly free. And when that happens, you lift the knife, the pistol, the hammer, the axe, the ski pole or even your bare, clawed hands...and you attack in a frenzied lust for power and for the metallic taste of your victim's blood upon your hot, damp tongue. You ravage and kill one another because it is the way of the universe and has so been for many dark ages. You cannot help yourselves. Evil will out. My pleasurable role is to stand in the shadows and guide you as a father might a son. And you let me. That I fuel your hateful lust escapes unnoticed.
I hear speak of the "weapons of mass destruction" that plague the bloody face of your world this millennium and I laugh at your blinkered stupidity. For what you fail to realize, my little minions, is that you alone are the greatest weapons of all.