I speak for the people.

You look at me and you see a foolish boy, heir to nothing but a fellowship of failure. You see me as a trifle to be devoured with a single wave of your hand. Someone who will bow to your wishes and follow your every command simply because of the fear you seem to inflict on those you see as week and below you. But I say unto you sir, you do not know the amount of power that I hold. You could not even fathom the greatness that longs to be unleashed from within my being. Come closer, I wish to smell the burning of your flesh when I smother you with the words from my tongue. You insolent pig, without those you rule over you are nothing. We hold your head high, but no longer. We shall rise to up and over throw you, laying your body in the ditches of poverty and sorrow. Can you not feel? Are you so far from this plain of existence that you have no recollection of what you have put into action? Or is it simply that your cruel heart beats like a great clock, mechanical and lifeless, never once feeling pain. Nevermore I cry, your reign of terror is ended and those you thought were friend shall turn on you. You shall be left for the dogs. Find me if you can, I am but a ghost, hiding in the shadows. Waiting for the time when I can strike, and strike I will. I speak for the people, and the people have spoken.