The Devil's Monologue

The Devil's Monologue

The work does get dull at times.
Men are such easy prey;
Most of them can be bought
For a good deal less than thirty pieces of silver.
If numbers mattered,
I would have been declared the victor
In this warfare long ago.
It is not that men love me;
On the contrary,
I am the most hated person
In all the earth.
But men can seldom identify me.
All over the world
People are earnestly fighting against me,
Thinking I can be killed with bullets,
Or banned with legislation,
Or overthrown by revolution,
Or kept from their borders by walls.
They battle on,
Imagining the stakes are high,
Never guessing
That as soon as they have a stake to defend
They are already mine.
The rules are simple.
The world is my domain;
Whoever wants a part of it
Must pay my price.
Some men want great things;
Some want only a car,
A family,
A house in the suburbs.
But everyone wants something.
Occasionally in my work
I come across that rare individual
Who can say no to himself,
Who sees through it all
And refuses to participate,
To play my game.
Such freakish aberrations
Present an unusual challenge;
One must employ a bit of real creativity
To get them out of the enemy camp.
Such cases are of course contagious,
But fortunately not widely so.
As they progress in their abnormal uprightness
They come to resemble the rest of the world so little
That they are generally looked upon
As kooks and crazies,
"The filth and the offscouring of the world,"
To quote one such kook.
Insufferable lot!
Yet even among these,
My own Enemy has assured me
A success rate of fifty percent--
"Five were wise, five were foolish;"
One shall be taken, the other left--"
As I said, if numbers mattered--
Ah, well.
I have often wondered
What I will have to say
When it is all over,
When the ruin I have brought to other souls
Is visited on my own head.
Perhaps I will protest
What I have long suspected,
That all along I have only been doing
My Maker's will,
Winnowing away the chaff from the wheat.
Somehow I know
That will never stand up in court.
Or perhaps I will remain silent...
Let the success of my work speak for itself.
My Enemy has other ideas.
He imagines that at the last
I will bend my proud knee
And confess His sovereignty.
Who knows? Stranger things have happened.
For now, however, the work must continue.
At this moment, a preacher is telling his congregation
That a new president must be elected
To stamp me out of politics.
Ho hum.

--Al Singh, 11/17/1996

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[Musicpri1988]

the dark background and evil voice contradict the line "But men can seldom identify me"...

i would have liked to see more nuance... but you found a good way to get the point across...

I might try this one...

[FabledVerse]

ummmm...okaaaay

[DarknessBlackness]

The clarity of this, is amazing.

[Forealzchola]

heavy...

[madamebiLLy82281]

I did this monologue for my year 11 trials. I got full marks! :) I did it much slower and a bit more drifty evil!

[fiveohfourpanda]

this is scary.

[zildjiandrummr12]

ummm not to be mean wat was the point of your comment dipshit.

[miketouch123]

this was great did you ever think of doin theatre

[Dullahmac14]

ummmm not to be mean wat was the point of doing this?

[ixheartxshoes23]

ummmm kinda scaryyy buh goodd =]

[sexyoasis777]

This Scares Me...

[Shirotaka92]

Very well done.