Nothing will matter then, everything will be gone. I will stand and watch them all. The humans running about their days with not a care in the world. Not knowing what is about to happen to them. Everything to them is important when really it is just crap. Who cares?

After tomorrow they will be nothing but dust not even a memory on the bottom of my shoe. I have seen this so many times, I have watched and laughed as human race after human race gets cleared out and started again. And each one is just as arrogant as the last, thinking that they are all it. That they rule the world and own everything. that they can take and destroy what I made, but really they control nothing, they are my puppets to control and when they anger me I kill them. tomorrow will be no exception the only difference will be how I do it. I have tried plagues and natural disasters. Big crashing waves that washed out entire towns, but tomorrow they will see such devastation like they never imagined possible.

Lets see how big they think they are then. lets see how they think that they own this world. it is mine and I will take it back and I will keep doing this until I get it right. This is my creation, my idea and no tiny human is going to take that from me.

I laugh as I listen to their moaning, to their wants and wishes. Asking me to make them happy, make someone better, to take away their worries and problems. They are no more but another race of moaning nothings. next time it will be different. next time I will make them perfect. They will do as they are meant. They will not make choices that are against my will. They do not own this world. It is mine.

My army is set, they are starved and ready to eat. They will eat through everyone They will relish at every scream, bath in the blood of them all. None of the humans are innocent. They think that they can sit in a box and repent their sins, that I will forgive all the ills that they inflict on one another. Who made up that rule? it was not me. I do not take back nor forgive what they have done. A simple forgive me father I have sinned will not clear the slate for them. After tomorrow this will be over and they will all have perished.