Stability of Humanity

The clouds are tinted red as the sun sets, I watch from the shade of an old oak tree. The sky looks like after a nice savage attack, stuffing from furniture, scattered, covered in blood. My mind has slowed to a crawl, barely screaming in its cell, leaving me temporary peace, hardly being pressured by the thirst for what I do so well. Its hard to believe that I enjoy anything where the crimson fluid of life isn't matting down my hair and chunks of flesh aren't flying about me, but it doesn't last long and as the sun dies on the horizon I feel the pull of your unworthy souls calling me to separate them from your bodies, well I mustn't keep them waiting. I let the shadow swallow me, traversing the darkness like a footpad on the rooftops in a medieval city, and as Slayer said I quote "In an unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time, unsuspecting victims, no warnings, no signs,........ before you see the light you must die." And so that is the purpose for me here, without dark, there can be no light. So between showing evil to society and doing my part in population control I'm quite a busy fellow, doing my best to make humans grow as a whole, if I get to release the vileness that builds up within me like a volcano spewing blood and chunks of flesh into the air, staining the sky a dark brick color so be it, it doesn't hurt everybody and wasn't it said "The sacrifice of a few benefits the masses."