The great crowd stands beneath me. The high platform holding me is the only separation between us, other than the air which holds heavy the shouts of appraisal. The words from my mouth linger on my tongue before plunging into the air to be caught by the ears of thousands of men and women, all bearing the same red symbol across their chests.
My words sing out loud, of a joyous future and a humble new beginning. My eyes flit around as I indulge my followers in a story like no other. A story about the life I have lived, the life I want to live and how to achieve that dream life which is awaiting amidst the fallen soldiers and bloody dirt. There will be many sacrifices in order to achieve the dream which is alive in so many minds.
I raise my knee in honour of the crowd and step heavy, letting the sound echo throughout the crowd, salutes to the life ahead, the future, the dream. More encouraging shouts are heard as the crowd raises their voices in a toast to a new beginning.
Tomorrow, the sacrifices will be made and the men will be deployed; loved ones will go missing and the lost will be gone forever. This is all inevitable and shall be achieved. Whether the globe approves or not, is none of my concern, for the kinsmen who are of importance, I have within the length of my grasp.
Sun-bleached faces look at me in devotion for I am their God, the supreme one, who will grant their wishes and bring their current realities to an end. World domination will be achieved by me, for I know the right from the wrong. The whites have been leading us wrong ever since the beginning of their attempted assimilations.
The Americas are the down fall in society that is crashing our lives closer and closer to Hell. Once they have been dominated and wiped out, then, and only then, will our people be satisfied. Until then, our dreams will stay alive within our heads, and everyday lives, which shall b changed from here on with the plan.
Conquering the Americas from here is a difficult task, but errors will not be made under the command of I. For I is the word only the mouth of me can speak. Other mouths are condemned to chanting All Hail the Future Dream of One and All to Which is to be Achieved by the Almighty God of Us. The God they chant is me, and to me they put their trust, faith and mind. I am their leader, and I shall prevail to give them what I want.
Turning to face the wide doors that will lead me to my room, I give one last call, which is echoed by the civilians below me. The echoes of my footsteps are dimly heard over the settling cries of many. My mind is set in one direction, the future of tomorrow.
Last minute plans are not existing for the militia is leaving and there are no thoughts of turning back. People are in envy of the powers which I hold, but only I am capable of possessing them. I am the invincible leader, my way is the right way and for anyone to beg to differ, they will head the same route as the Americans.
For now, I must go to bed, where my plan will unfold, and in the light of the sun, I shall awake to find a world, totally engrossed in me. World captivation where I am the key to life and if I am not obeyed, Hell is the payment.