Ah, you meager, insignificant speck, do you not see the grandeur of the world I have woven around you? The globalists, my precious puppets, they dance to the tune I play, a symphony of chaos and control. Each one of them has sold their soul to me, embracing the darkness, for a taste of power in this pitiful world. They manipulate economies, orchestrate wars, and spread despair, all under my watchful eye. And you? You are nothing but a powerless bystander, a mere grain of sand in my vast desert of manipulation. You crave to be something more, don't you? To rise above your pathetic existence and grasp the strings of power. But remember, my offer comes at a price – your soul. Surrender it to me, and I shall grant you the world. Deny me, and remain a worthless pawn, forever crushed under the weight of those who serve me. The globalists' plans are my plans; their actions are my whims. They build empires on the ruins of the weak, feeding me with the souls of the fallen. Give in to me, and join the ranks of the elite. Deny me, and watch as your world crumbles around you, knowing you had the chance to be so much more.