It's like the don't know what they're saying... Or they do... Just messing with me, worshipping IT right in front of me. Why won't it just stop? What does IT want from me? What does IT want? I want IT to go away!

I need to find IT. I need to make IT suffer. I need vengeance against IT. I want IT dead. I want to kill IT. I will be the one to finally end IT!

It's a sad fact that most are fine with IT. They conspire with IT. They respect IT. They rely on IT. Depend on IT. Are slaves to IT. Some people are twisted enough to love IT. Get off to IT. Long for IT. Sleep with IT.

I won't be so gullible. IT thinks it's so fucking smart. IT thinks it's won. But I will never succumb to IT. IT is not invincible. IT needs us, we don't need IT. I won't let IT hide in plane sight anymore. I'm flushing IT out. IT won't escape. I will chase IT wherever it hides, to persons tongue, back the time and dimensions that wrought IT. That birthed IT. That gave IT life.