I spin webs

of intricate lies.

They serve my will, my scheme, your demise.

I fashioned the Bible, Kabbalah, Qur’an,

I strech my limits

like an infinite arm.

I say I’m unique;

the Design of Divine,

you turn and surrender

all that should Not be mine.

I walk erect; but my mind is bent—

a serpent-like cane

with a razor-sharp point and

a poisonous end

that makes no distinction

between foe and friend.

I plunder your soul, ignore all your cries;

when I’m finished here

I’ll charge at the skies!

Nothing can stop me.

Defy if you can

halt my force of six billion marching—

Beware,

I am Man!