I rejoice they take me literally. Sure I wear a red suit, horns, hooves and tail, sulphur and fire, trapped beneath their feet, bound until they wrongly release and permit me.
They have no idea, distracted from my true influence. Imagining me a person gone astray, they are blissfully unaware that I am unbridled power with personal impact.
For I deal in artificial light, traditional values, and orthodox convictions.
While they are sweetly impressed, affirmed, and convinced, I administer the medicine of death charged with despair and consume them like ash and dust. Enamored by my splendor, they will choose me even as I grind them into the earth.
So they can be just like me.