Servitude is my master,
Faith is my loss,
Mechanical is my existence,
I know nothing but my goals,
The night is my solitude,
In the ineptness of humanity lies my one true strength,
I am a creature that preys on the frailty of humanity,
My master knows not of my existence,
My goals are selfish but with meaning,
Before my death many shall find their way,
To the grave I shall send them with friends or foes,
My name is Jacques and my existence has just found purpose.
Inspired by a book I will never completely write
The Chronicles of Jacques Belmonte
