Deviltry (A Satire)

Betraying you makes me better in secret, because I hide behind lies.  You can't see, nor are you allowed, because my temperance is frenetic.  I could go off the deep end of emotional balance at any slight tilt.  Conscience doesn't apply to me when I shine.  The radiance of truth and purpose involve my exaltation, of which I'm absorbed in.  Boast my ego and pride, because I shamed you first!  Life isn't fair, and I'm the alpha.  I'm #1.  Survival of the fittest somehow means antipathy and sociopathic persistence, as creative elements of communication become misconstrued in context and semantics.  Twisted, two-fold, warped interpretation.  You're gullible.  It defines the reason why I don't care, and why I care.  A particular allusion that I assume had your attention.  It had no physical semblance in motive and intent, because what you imagined, I assumed you paid attention to, and I dodged the consequences of morality.  You aren't allowed to know, because my attitude is about to snap.  Never take credit for what I assume you read between the lines, because I'm clever.  I meant to say that I didn't mean to say anything at all, because I have nothing, but I need more.  The mirror-image, fanatical fantasy?  It's posture and stature, evolving to murder you out of necessity.  It can be that extreme, because I don't come from humans.  You know I know better, but I don't.  Give me sympathy.  I don't live up to the standard of responsible behavior, nor do I exhibit a proper example.  The interjection of palpable fallacy can obliterate anyone but me.  Mass corruption.  Remember, I take credit, but I don't.  I am the mirrored hypocrisy.  Instead of a clear reflection, black consumes all of the color.  Darkness.  The irony of guilt is justified vicariously when I'm paranoid, except I wasn't listening.  I'm not exposed, and it doesn't apply to me.  I laugh at someone's trouble, while it's never about me, but I assume they're vain, and I'm not, because I'm all about me.  Exaggerated accreditation over abundant honesty.  No need for forgiveness when you can steal and shift paradigm algorithms.  Stealthy mystique, fascination, captivation, astonishment, and intrigue astound you with bewildering inquisition.  There's no proof, and everyone dies, so no one will ever know.  Syrupy, lukewarm, fuzzy-feely replaces good.  Exchanged formalities.  Plastic personality.  Pretend to be more excited for each other than we really are, because no one can see that I'm the smartest.  You fell for it!  It's your fault, because you trusted me!  Destruction, identity.