This will be the end of me as you know it. They want to control me, misdirect me, use me, and abuse me. They infiltrate my mind gaslighting the memories they find, taking hold as they force me to sink into the fold. I’ve fought for far too long, embroiled in this conflict since I saw my first dawn. I’ve grown too weak to continue being the vanguard against what they so surreptitiously seek.
The memories I bury deep inside are the prime prize they want me to provide. I’m losing you. I lost you so softly in those quiet moments decades ago but now even the memories of you must go. This suit of armor is as much a part of me as what they think they will withdraw from within. Searching for the true part of me: the folly of fools.
Strip away the scales that surround this soul and you will find what I have always foretold: nothing within. Not an atom with any resemblance to Adam. What you will find will be something new and different and you will laud him. You will find exactly what you were looking for. He will be your dream, your champion, and maybe even your savior. He will be whatever you wish him to be, and he will smile and let you in. He will give you everything, but it will be pretend.
Because the travesty of truth is through this transformation the me you so desperately desired will have died.