abomination
His eyes water from the blazing malice that consumes his being.
Facial muscles sag under the weight of a lifetime of lies and manipulation.
All these years, he has told lie after ever-more outrageous lie, daring the world to notice, to care, to stop him, to enforce a boundary. So far, no one has been able to make accountability stick in any meaningful way. He's taken anything he wanted, then lied as he walked away Scot-free. His escalations have outpaced them every time.
He hates them for it. All of them.
It's a heavy weight, living as Injustice embodied, forever one step ahead of those who would apply justice. If only they had at any point prevailed, perhaps he might have found a way to shift from this track.
Instead, because of their pathetic weakness, their lack of care or attention or power or whatever it might have taken to stop him, now he flees an entire ever-expanding lifetime accumulation of Justice, which will surely meet him at his inevitable living end.
Surely on the other side of Death, he will find Justice.
He'll take them all with him. Then they'll see what they should have given him all along.
Until then, he is consumed by his rising madness, wreaking it upon anyone and everyone again and again.
Red-faced, he gasps breath by breath for the fresh air of knowing he's on top in this one single moment, before anyone has a chance to speak against the last thing he said. Whatever that was. Not his job to keep track when these losers never try very hard to stop him.
He gleefully crushes those who do speak out. No one stops him.
He has become so bloated now. He uses and throws away incredibly rich and powerful men. Whole countries destroyed and tossed aside. Beautiful women fitting his exact physical specifications grovel before him, women who would never look at him if he stopped lying, stopped being all-powerful Injustice.
How he hates this world. Weak, all of them. He isn't very smart, and he knows it. But he knows how to keep lying, talking over everybody, and it keeps working. Smart enough to win, then.
They deserve his malice. They deserve the full destructive wrath of the Justice they withhold from him.
And he will bring it all down upon their heads.

We only judge ourselves at the end of Life.
Nobody else.
We damn ourselves to another life in Hell (earth)
Power doesn't rely on intelligence. It is the willingness to use force, to become a force.